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One hour from the strip –
More meaning in one crossbed ~
The Valley of Fire. 

Long Berberis thorn –
From a cut branch ~ goes in deep –
Revenge of the hedge.


Once, we were hunting –
Two taken down ~ second lost –
Lost in the bracken.

It was down, deserved honour –
Boy, driven mad seeking it.

The frost on the car –
Preserved by photo ~ patterns –
First bird’s plumes to mind.


Always, with Death, sure –
Renewal ~ from the same source –
Red Amaryllis.


Buds sprout from the branch –
Flowers for friends not here yet ~
Orchid and the Bee.


Sharks are born swimming –
So the womb is dangerous ~
How hard Nature is.

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