They come bearing pavlova.
We eat the kiwi and peach slices on top
taking in colours like the deaf.
Meringue dissolves in mouth.
The children ask how old I am.
Pavlova cut into eight pieces,
one for every bent thought
radiating from imagined ripples.
Their coming a smooth, round stone
that will not sink.
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