5.6.20
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dreamt
two dead birds
each set to a
stream, branch
come to life and
flew
themetune: Beatles –
something in the way…
second one,
kookaburra
who else was there?
on the way to the
fire
dream I dreamt
and dream I dream
and wake
slept off a cliff
into this day
scenes of a crime
returned
not a word now
just as dream worn
wallaby thud slow
beyond dawn
then pumpkin
hunting
wilds of winter
where the last vine
got away
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