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three little pieces
for the Gore Cove Track Series
step out
for the Gore Cove Track Series
walk into
the over blue
harbour lit
underlap too
by tide and telling
seasons of tree
stone smooth
on a shelf
and casting
there hear the unknown animal
make for its secret shade
voices as if
day’s foliage fallen
up steps so
fence and gate grown far
on picnic Sunday
grass spread
any day of a week
sunlight shafts the creek’s run
in waters gathered
it’s shade that brings no pause
ants cleave a tree slow
shadows cast quick
there’s someone is always singing upstairs
it’s anywhere to be here
fitbit
someone on the track makes time
the rest of us leave here
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