The last spark
was my...

A whistle stop
for the roadside...

I believe
I stooped so low...

The fly's legs
were big as gum trees...

All the madness
had leached out...

It brought home to me
it takes a village...

It's great
being young...

Has anyone
ever imagined...

The little former
fledgling...

Prunus fruit
is not sweet...

The magpie
was swooping...

My father's house
of as many rooms...