this old crypt
over tea and cakes
our laughter rises

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out there, the old moon
a single cricket chirping

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frost-rimed sock
by the railroad track —
the paths walked to get here

The Walk Home, Susan Lee Kerr. ‘Step through the Awareness Gate and join her’ Alba Publishing.

click of the gate
and my daughter’s heels –
two a.m.

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crowned Buddha
in a king’s garden,
what wisdom!
your right earlobe jewelled
with birddropping

The Walk Home, ‘offers the accepting spirit an entry’