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the bush, my office
Gore Cove Track Series
take make calls
jot down to do
‘save all this’
and ‘welcome’
‘go gently’
tide’s out in my office too
but later meet it
with footfall, creekrun
with leafdrift
my uphill office
in an insect scrawl
and where the sky starts
all the distances to fall
of song
a bin chicken’s perch
brush scrub
nor is there any matter of minions
snakes sun in the offing yet
largely unseen
though we take daylight
hear it spoken to the very edge
dispense advice
free, fearless
all summer is telling till
we take the necessary steps
this someone crawling across my page
won’t leave the least trail
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