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slippery
slow down to the pace
of the city
Gore Cove Track Series
after great rains
a sudden sun
collect it on one’s back
it’s just a hum away, the town
grown fat on its views
yacht forested
bird sat post still
as if waiting
one green eye at
and patching in the bracken
heals close
duck where the tree’s half down
it’s all afoot for the track
slippery at pace
as everyone comments
an underhat wintering here
I take flight myself
might as well be gone
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