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two mountains poems
cliffline
Katoomba
a stillness
edging
sea of
underbreath
there’s a
lean to climb
an edge to
mist
bark hanging
in the valley bright
consider
some might
say a dive
there’s memory
of once upthrust
there’s
standing of the clouds
could call
it chaos
how to see
height
at twig not
even sway
a cockatoo
prominence of white
look again
and gone
just on my
way
and stop to
jot this down
in fernbright
Wentworth Falls
and in
sudden shade
lunch walks
me off
at slippery
cliff and under
a beard of
grass flows
and on to
the outward
sea of nothing there
but all this
long way down
all along
the falling
hear it!
as if a sky
were not quite landed
had this far
to go
heaven
afoot!
lunch long
gone
looking
forward
come into a
field of flowers
a beach
upstairs almost
falling to
dusk
a hoop of
bark the wind brought
a stone to
catch last light
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