daffodils:
a glory of suns
within hand’s reach
***
the arbutus twists
through shadows to catch the light,
shape leaves
***
pouring
from their long green stems:
one red, one white tulip
***
fogbank:
a lonely ridge of trees
has scaled the heavens
***
in a restaurant:
tables apart, blue eyes
feast on brown
***
downtown lunch hour:
all my faces
streaming by
***
How do you open the bottle
when you are
that which is poured?
These also appeared in North Shore Magazine many many moons ago.
Lynne Burnett 
Lynne, I am copying Kevin and Jeanette on this as they may be interested in your blog…
I don’t know if they are aware there’s a poet in the family! And they now have time to read!
June MacFarlane, Sent from my iPad
Have an outstanding day!
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