things cannot settle
side cars clip
in a dead-end alley
suck the dough
off a sixpence
teeth around a chrysalis
moon inks a night
arabica on the x ray
pull back the curtains
Bogong moths
knock away from rain
searching the latitude
of anchorage
by this safe harbour
Bogong moths knock away from rain...and I can hear that sound
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