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mind your step
Gore Cove Track Series
slippery when first
lit
try not to muddy
here’s hat collecting
here’s running of the
creek
as rain from nothing
falls
your puddle’s just a
sky come down
look up!
cliff adorned in
creep
I call it another
country
every day I’m here
sun as through glass
I gather to the page
first shadows then
show
colour of stone shows
and all around the
shining
I like a leaf green
mistlight
take eye to the top
of the tree
a leaf in the
afterfalls
day upfurls
everything rain
touches, blessed
cove is a shimmer
skein tide in
prints in wet sand
where it’s out
close, like this
heaven is
heavens are
and then the wash off
these few notes
falling away
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