sunset—
trees weighed down
with cockatoos
Keitha Keyes
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bareback . . .
the high country passes
at a slow c a n t e r
Lorin Ford
thundercloud
the black mare’s forelegs
strike the sky
Jennifer Sutherland
brumbies
earmarked for culling
sniff the wind
Keitha Keyes
white brushstrokes
on spring sky
mares’ tails in full gallop
Pip Griffin
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forest sanctuary a bellbird summons me to prayer
Jennifer Sutherland
her entrance fragrance of jasmine
Subhashini Jayatilake
flickering sunshine . . .
a sparrow glides through
the café’s door
Lynette Arden
spring morning
a fork-tailed swift
river dipping
Jo McInerney
bonsai house—
drawing the paperback
in thin strokes
Alison Rogers
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bushland fog
drifting through bluegums
the ghost of Ned Kelly
Jennifer Sutherland
swooping season
every dialect
of magpie
Jennifer Sutherland
morning drizzle
the dampened coat
of the old dog
Jennifer Sutherland
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