The fugitive sun's returned -
we all come out to look at him
neighbours on their doorstep
joke 'Sshh, don't mention it!'.
Dogs walk face up to the clear sky,
there's a sudden scatter of mushrooms
there's a sudden scatter of mushrooms
burgeoning near the path
and on the pavement by my door
a pound coin I didn't drop, gleaming.
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