ochre dust
drifts over drought country
deep cracks in my feet
freshly turned soil
too new for a headstone—
dust to dust
Keitha Keyes
her ashes
join the tiny things
in Kosciuszko’s earth
Meg Arnot
camellia petals
leaving with the wind
my brother
Maeve Archibald
rain soaked churchyard
headstone inscriptions
become sharper
Vanessa Proctor
weathered gravestone—
ocean winds claim
the child’s name
John Low
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