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the place and it’s gone
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for Arthur Streeton’s ‘from my camp’ (Sirius Cove)
a clock slips by
fata
morgana our city is
this stone and the salt wash
light of such an afternoon
smoke becomes a cloud
gulls float
loose lines could be a boat
there’s no one close to depict
a ship here once upon a time
name water after it
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