harvest time
all of us are praying
for no rain
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white Christmas—
I yearn to be back home
swatting flies
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driving at dusk
I get ready to brake
for kangaroos
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a flash
of rainbow lorikeets—
sunset fire
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art class—
learning to see where
the light falls
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a
a handful
of red Mallee dust . . .
I’m home again
a
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