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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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