862
holed
up in the weather at Jasper's Brush
considering
a next move
light
comes to the all night roar
all
this rain in a gully catch
radio
through gale to soothe
walls
full of worlds away
we
ilkwise of the fern gullied
all
escarpment drip
green
to green
in
timber flung
tin
dwelling
above
about
all
to the view
here
for fellow feeling
make
a slow day
from
spectacular weather
let
it be so
with
my blank page
through
the magically
windows!
arrows
all over
we
must be the dots to join up
in
scribble
my
'I was there'
take
it with me
when
I go
salute
the sun
not
there
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