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a sparkle in creeklight
for the Gore Cove Track Series
it runs it runs
that’s all with my eyes
shouldn’t need to say
soaks the day and the banks
soak up
will grow
some by shadow taken
I hear it
the track
at all costs we must
protect
the foot falls where
its certain points connecting
as moment to another –
intensity
what has been thought felt
spoken
done here before
something once burnt and will
again
this is the place where my
breath is held
it’s here that I can breathe
a thicket of shadow
a bird’s nest
where we’ve fallen into time
to walk’s a little wobbly in
this world
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