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The river is the colour of tea,
made with the slightest dash
of milk: silt-clouded.
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Grass slopes down to a sand flat: its surface ribbed
with frozen waves, crisp-edged in the sun.
Loping across the grass, tongue lolling,
an old dog chases a tennis ball,
pins it to the ground, looks back.
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The warm breeze carries the scent of ripe figs.
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A toddler pads to the tap, gripping half a banana.
Holding the fruit under the tap
as his mother turns the handle,
his brow creased
at the falling water—
he raises the banana, glittering, into the sunlight.
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Start Here → Next: [Day-Possum] · [Predawn Rowers]
