dropping anchor 
in the bluest part 
of my dream 

*

winter dusk
i search for my
wolf mask

*

autumn deepens 
somewhere in 
my bones
the smell of burning 
monasteries

*

scent of lilies
the drowned 
butterfly hunter

*

lightening storm i solve my cat’s x-ray

*

easter sunday 
a maggot
in my peach

*

fragrant rain
a kingfisher predicts
my death 

Stephen Toft

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