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Blithe Spirit, Vol. 29, Number 3, August 2019
fallen wasp nest
a ladybird brightens
each chamber
rickety fence
a row of bluebirds
holds up the sky
lakeside camp . . .
an otter's soft splash
as it slips
under the edge
of my dreams
nightwalking
across heathland,
our boots
wet with the dew
of starlight
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