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Flurries of movement in the fig tree;
waxeyes feasting on the last of the figs.
Gone, gulls encircling skies above Pt Chev;
reminder of the sea's proximity.
Again, tuis fussing amongst puriri leaves;
the taffetta rustling of feathers.
Luxuriant greens of an unplanned departure
transformed by autumnal hands.
Tonight, I sleep alone;
the once-ordinary becomes extraordinary.
10/5/2005
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