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home
in the purple month
(jetlag series #5)
purple month of summer coming
jacaranda strew
webs everywhere
green speech
and so much nameless to me
yet acanthus
agapanthus
break of day
Black Night
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
itch of spring
and weather
not a word of it is prose
second wind for the mulberry
all the insect air alive
callistemon and lavender
oranges still darkest green
but black-eyed Susan's lit
and here's a bruise of sun struck
spring
fallen gum leaves rain soaks in
when almost summer says
some blind beak is hidden with it
everybody's home
all en route to another season
long age until the grape
a shame to lie awake of the dark
because still somewhere else
all the insect air
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the sweat the eyes
the undercarriage home
comings sweet a riot for the small
the tall the green
the land beneath your foot
that stings you and say hi
home, where is thy sting?
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