a
a handful
of red Mallee dust . . .
I’m home again
a
Keitha Keyes
a
a
far away
from the rules of adults —
a cubby house
a
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southerly buster —
our best laid plans
in disarray
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camping holiday—
learning to live together
when the rain sets in
Keitha Keyes
my pet stick insect
disappears in the swoop
of a magpie
Keitha Keyes
