long draughts of
ease
asleep in a bowl
of nameless stains
knurled bolts
gnarled trees
acacia
jibberdingensis
we cannot find
open heart of glad
magic
a thought lost like
a green
gleam of iron in the
edge of a windowpane
wooden skyscrapers
nacelles and
roundels
exciting as the
drive from Dapto to Wollongong
tired
tired
tired
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