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out in the blue
for the Gore Cove Track Series
a Sunday stillness
yet
and mossed
strew of such marks
as if come to question
from the far roar
from the low hum
summer all year here
tripstone leafmat
sun in the ears
shadows pass over
cast under
cicada for an unseen
chorus
buttress aerial and
adventitious
things tenuous and
trail off at pace
a splash – that’s
what?
under creek and over
cloud
that’s for accusation
run dry
everything whole here
shown to its height
float like a buoy in
the midst
as if we all here for
the vanish
then out of the blue
a breeze with my name
make traces of things
forgotten
traces of things as
yet unknown
all some sort of
singing
all some kind of
dance
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