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A smouldering grid on a cypress stand
Leaving Melbourne, the highway curves slowly past estates
There’s no silence like the silence of a huge crowd
When Dad’s gait became too unsteady even for a walking-stick
Leaving Melbourne, the highway curves slowly past estates
Before the storms arrived last night, constellations danced
It took Cain a lifetime of black sweat
Over red clay that’s been turned for my Dad’s tombstone
I was reading the announcement of an element discovered
Early summer sun’s
Above trees I can see through the kitchen window
Galileo climbed to the top of the tower from where he addressed his students
We're announced by a little bell as we enter.
The thing about water lilies is, you have to trim the dead bits
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