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29 September 2010

As night falls: September haiku 2010

The kookaburra’s laugh —
loud, long and raucous but
too seldom heard.


As night falls we hear
the chuck chuck
of an unknown bird.


I wake from a dream
of ocean
to the sound of rain.


the returning moon
once again
I dream of the dead


September rain.
The weeds on the lawn
grow clumpy.


gekko sounds
like a bird calling
in the dark


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