City park — azalea petals among cigarette butts.
Charred forest remains — pink fireweed blossoms.
The front lawn, long and going to seed — beds of gout weed.
Weathered stump — a green sprig emerges from the moss.
A rusted bottle cap — clumps of brown lichen.
Coloured chalk blossoms — a flower bouquet on the pavement.
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After the storm... the ground receives a kiss from the rose.
Our lovers' quarrel ends — the make-up smooch begins.
She presses — a tissue between her lips lipstick remains.
Perched on a stick — he pecks at the budgie in the mirror.
The soccer ball rises — his first forward heading.
The politician stops to bless a baby — soft, pink forehead.
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A gray cloud drifts into the dirt — rain puddle.
A new neighbour moves in — the gopher pops down its hole.
Cuckoo, cuckoo — stillness returns to this hot afternoon.
Clock tower — the big hand passes over the little hand.
Totem pole at dusk — the moon slips behind.
Sky reflections — our paddles sweep away the big dipper.
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The fisherman's shirt — she breathes in its sea smell, this summer night.
He touches her negligee — tender moments together.
A nun walks by him, with downcast eyes, trembling — white lily, pink-edged.
Roomful of people — he, without even trying, keeps noticing her.
Alone with a nude model — the young artist wipes her brow.
Early beach morning — he applies suntan lotion on her sculpted form.
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