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Gore Cove Track
big thank you
to landcare
I love the wet whiff dog bright walks
nose led as if by dinner
but you forget the line
here are
fern tops, flutter leaf
a sandstone show of breezes
harbour from the sea
La Niña summer
and the track must learn shadows again
have a hat
forget the sunnies
follow the trail of bright
creek runs
it’s here I come
to lose a self
ah, muddy midst
slip under
whipbirds waxing
the track is this just now
truth of its own
roots of it worn smooth
a fig creep cast of shadows
angophora perch for laughter
and you know who I mean
myself exotic
go breath by breath
dragons appear
and other skitter lizards
season of fresh brush chicks
little cameos
thus trickle to the harbour
turns of the moss now lit
all bring me to a mangrove lap
imagine the time before us
imagine what’s after us yet
a brackish plash
a lavish of green
skinks cross here
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