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Poetry

Dusk

11 September 2018

The light stains the tops of buildings
gold fish orange
even the deciduous trees
and sandstone buildings
can’t mask the Australian dusk
the sound of lorikeets
in smoky air

some ancestral memory
makes me walk faster
saber tooth tigers in evening shadows
wait
down suburban streets

 


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