For
Karen K
do not wish translators
labour
on the right word meaning
is a thing
I have been along a path
amid the words I found them all to be
the giddy child
of mouths born in this place or another
stained with a fruit
you can’t get anywhere
but the small red market by the Olive Pink
Garden In Alice Springs where
the anninti beans above you
not
on a necklace
resist being words
as jewelry they have lost their power
seeds no more to grow
they hang pods
shriven under plough
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