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10.2.20
can country understand us?
we, from so far away
and strangely
jacaranda finds a season
imported from
the one world spun
who picks up the pieces?
will history know?
how nest feathered
soiled
caught corner of an eye
tip toes
traceless
as the all-before
and I, as lost
how strangely here
as if imagined
as if and so because
the palimp-sinking’s settled
my dispossessing’s done for me
up frangipani, bamboo
cheese trees take your time
be water gum, button wood, pencil cedar
names will never stick
little pumpkins on a stem
big ones in patch are thirsty
note creek cabbages its palms
fences and paddocks
for dinner moo
and whom we love
all here for what the weather proves
ask not what you can do
but how to listen
come quite still
who calls weed?
I won’t
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