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My house, it is small –

‘Yeah, but it’s home’, he then said ~

A wise, welcome guest.

Church bells ring for six –

Birds crankily settle down ~

Rain falling, softly.

At Killiney Beach –

Perfect for a lockdown walk ~

Too many think so.

Starting an old book –

It’s surprisingly cozy ~

Stoker’s Dracula.

Old cassette tape found –

Ghosts of great uncles, singing ~

I can’t stop smiling.

Dalkey Island Sound –

A good place to pause and think ~

His ashes, long gone.

Long day gardening –

Finally sat down to rest ~

With naked ladies.

My neighbor’s pigeons –

Evening sun in their wings ~

Trained by the whistle.

Family picnic –

Swifts circling, feed on the wing ~

A fine stand of pines.

Pittosporum scent –

Strong, mornings and evenings ~

Bracketing the day.

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