Hot November night

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Hot November night  3 a.m.

The moon blurs beyond the jackaranda

As Radio Magic and the Seekers befriend,

Rocking riding rolling out on the bay

all bound for morning sound many miles away.

Iced coffee, with heart shaped blocks of  ice sooth.

The arthritus has not kicked in

With the 26 degree heat, a blessing.

Then I think of army tents

On a ravaged island,

Unwelcome strangers

       All bound for mourning sound

Many miles away.