one last mandarin
in the crystal bowl
warming in sunbeams
eight minutes old
two young travellers
kissing in the dark
jeans slide down
in a night train car
three together wait
'til nurses find a space
funny as a heart attack
but you can't stay awake
four red leaves
on a snowy bough
woodsmoke rises
silent as the snow
five smiling friends
sipping local red
plotting adventures
for the day ahead
for the day ahead
six stout mayors
hoist their village flags
honouring the fallen
who won their liberté
seven score pinecones
musty underneath
bring me the glue gun
and we will start a wreath
eight little trilliums
near my mother's grave
stand and remember
in the falling rain
~e
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