in this world
that are better
not to know
crossing
the Hawkesbury
by train at sunset
I study the peace
that passes
understanding
that is I will
listen when
the birds
the insects
and the wind
are three sheets
before noon
still unreachable
along the tracks
in the gullies
even though
this world
be the train
and that world
be the day
almost done
am I home
when streetlamps had dwindled, then I rose...
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