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blown-ink trees quiver,

bare against January's

cartridge paper sky

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Tried to remove the context of the original version; added the paper image I thought of in the intervening time.

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sunlight through the trees

patchwork of shadows and light

shifting patterns stir

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late summer morning

eastern sky's radiance slides

into perfect blue

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a brief aperture

allows illumination.

clouds shift, erasing

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Clouds obscure the sun

No more does her light reach me

A dimmed, faded world

21.8.15

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The oncoming dark,

Immense, all-consuming gyre.

Shadows overwhelm

19.8.15

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Trees glide across clouds

And buildings, themselves sliding

Over fractured sky

17.8.15

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A child's lost plaything

On top of a bus shelter

Small blue-furred figure

12.8.15

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Turns the music up

A sonic anaesthetic

All thoughts pushed away

11.8.15

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Silent remoteness

No footsteps to guide me back

Landscape bearing down

10.8.15

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Dawn’s azure canvas

Rainbow spatter of balloons

Set above the town

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A child’s bicycle

Bright red, yellow; abandoned

Lying in the stream

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the house, left unlocked

fridge's drone the only sound

cup of tea, gone cold

5.8.15

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The rose's pinkness

Vivid once, now pallid; sapped

By drab atmosphere

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Edited 6.8.15, reversed first two words of second line.

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Tortoiseshell curled up

Among the neglected grass

Sleeping in the shade

3.8.15