october clouds
the gleam of suntan oil
on the old woman's legs
~~~
children shriek
the old locomotive
builds a head of steam
working up a head of steam
children jump on the platform
~~~
clear blue sky
a touch of green
in the red berry leaves
~~~
long wisps of cloud
my hair
half-dry
~~~
tangled bushes
red berry leaves
amongst the toyon
~~~
train bell
she clips the leash
to her dog's collar
~~~
happy birthday
why do we celebrate
the forward march of time?
27 December 2002
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