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Peace with the Moon |
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Carole, Paul, Sheila, Eiko, Norman, |
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Sosui, Chris, Sprite, Carmen, William, |
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sabaki: |
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eiko yachimoto |
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| sitting by the fire |
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| I make peace with the moon |
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| softly, softly, night |
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John Carley |
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| pen to parchment |
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| behind frosted windows |
Carole MacRury |
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| the lads strip off |
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| and jump into a pool |
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| of hot spring water |
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Paul Conneally |
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| a shell far inland |
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| holds the song of the sea |
Sheila Windsor |
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| a subtle crescendo, |
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| the waves of new green |
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| show the path of winds |
Eiko Yachimoto |
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| at the fête, the mayor’s wife |
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| wins all the prizes |
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Norman Darlington |
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| at sunrise |
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| an airplane on the runway |
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| about to take off |
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Sosui Yuasa |
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| fifty miles from noon |
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| in a dark volcanic cloud |
Chris Drake |
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| dad’s sooted soul |
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| and no proper time to say |
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| all our good-byes |
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Sprite (Claire Chatelet) |
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| smiling eyes of my next door |
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| neighbour’s teacup puppy |
Carmen Sterba |
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| in flagrante |
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| the teacher’s wistful gaze |
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| gently chided |
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William Sorlien |
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| bright stars and moonbeams |
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| caught in your hair |
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Paul |
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| the tangled dreams |
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| of an old goose unable |
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| to rejoin the flock |
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Carole |
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| with a bottle in his hand |
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| Kikaku reels in autumn chill |
Sosui |
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| high above the craggy |
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| valley floor, a floating bridge |
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| takes form |
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Norman |
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| the tollkeeper says |
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| you can pay me tomorrow |
Paul |
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| penny, petal, pearl or pain |
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| who’s picking a daisy |
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| in the blossom rain |
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Eiko |
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| a black butterfly lands |
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| again in her basket |
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Chris |
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| while we slept |
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| prayer flags whispered, |
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| breath of passing spring |
Sheila |
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| the Sylheti alphabet |
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| deep in the mirror |
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Sprite |
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| evening lull |
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| wild irises punctuate |
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| the rice paddies |
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Carmen |
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| baby girl’s giggle |
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| for her first firefly |
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William |
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| a bobbin-winder |
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| for my pa |
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| I’ll be afore I’m ten! |
Norman |
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| the twists and turns |
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| of the Cresta Run |
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Paul |
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| picking up bits and |
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| pieces, seeing crowds in |
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| unheard-of relationships |
Chris |
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| matchmaker, matchmaker |
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| what have you wrought? |
Carole |
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| old wife’s warm grin |
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| pushes an old grocer to |
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| his horse race holiday |
Eiko |
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| an orchard of ripe apples |
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| fragrant with dew |
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Sheila |
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| pulled by the moon |
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| a low hum rises from |
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| white brushed fields |
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Sprite |
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| before the loud cry of |
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| battle, a withered mountain |
William |
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| three veterans |
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| huddle as they fish |
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| in a cove |
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Carmen |
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| Moby Dick, where are you |
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| when we need you? |
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Chris |
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| a cube of cheese |
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| and a pickled onion |
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| on a cocktail stick |
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Paul |
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| heat shimmer, from each side |
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| we call and wave |
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Sheila |
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| Yoshino Blossoms |
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| surely, our friend will return |
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| to sit down with us |
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Sosui |
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| from a makeshift hut, woodsmoke |
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| mingling with the haze |
Norman |
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