whale song—
the distances
that call us
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coastal taipan . . .
I backtrack along a road
best not taken
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Kuta beach—
our honeymoon haunted
by a dorsal fin
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fog swirls—
a currawong out of nowhere
hops back in
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dark moon—
I add ghost fungus
to the almanac
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long lockdown . . .
the return of forgotten
forget-me-nots
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