Echidna Tracks
Australian Haiku
church bells—a light shimmercrosses the pond
John Low
destination—a polished stonerests in my palm
family album—sepia whispersin old rooms
small arms reaching—the rainbow brillianceof bubblesJohn Low
cold sky loping ahead of the rain black cockatoos
Lynette Arden
into the night goes the last bus home moon in the trees
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