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mangrove
moment
Gore
Cove Track Series
hear the creek come
it’s somewhere between the hands of a clock
unscripted bridge
engine of a dog and splash
shallows and rill
a run over stone to smooth
place where the sun’s to mottle
the feather in a tree
harbour’s half here too
lean in
there’s all this reaching
roots as far in the mud as see up
footsteps that came our way now gone
blue of a day above
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