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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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