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fern and shadow
Gore Cove Track series
where the tracks together
foot follows
far creature calls
so the machinery goes
sight tiniest of cloud to catch
I, too, might grow to stone
or cast me on
say sun
say summer
all six legs over
steps which are worlds in themselves
ways on
fern and
skitter
a swooper close
mangrove quack
through shadow such
things severally
heights and leaf
the trickle and the pool
shade’s where I stop, wait
fresh stone
an unhurry
fish slap falling
leaf in the mud
though urgent birds for business
here comes harbour
tonic flow
towards away
scribe these bare facts
and I
along myself
could cast a few
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