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stand still
Fairy Bower Falls, near
Bundanoon
stand still
and a track runs out
cliffs grow up around
a fold in the stream
where the stone tells time
burnt
and fern since
pause
moss telling
flowers of thought
uncollected
stand light
someone sings
last of the track
and pull up behind
come fungus
show the season past
bark falls
a root wrap winter in
place so far as memory
left just these few words
steep in the gully last sun
with leaves you’ll greet
first morning falls
nothing simple here
but the wind too high to know
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