Against all the odds –

Assaulted from many sides ~

A winter blossom.

Rain, then stormy wind –

Handy and tricky in turn ~

Folding tarpaulins.

Home late from the trip –

Dragging suit and self inside ~

Warm hug from the Boy.

Passing Joyce Tower –

A quartile on the way home ~

Across Dublin’s range.

Backpack left strap slips –

My shoulders’ width uneven ~

Broken collarbone.

Rain pounds my windows –

A comforting sound at night ~

Except for the leak.

A cat’s front paws, tucked –

Universal given traits ~

Behold excellence.

A pleasant surprise –

Pick up where you leave off friends ~

Easy conversation.

Slugs and snail traces –

Old gravestone mapped in sunshine ~

Zigzag of trenches.

A good crystal glass –

Cut design measures a thumb ~

Arm’s length from Chaos.

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