whale song—the distancesthat call us
coastal taipan . . .I backtrack along a roadbest not taken
Kuta beach—our honeymoon hauntedby a dorsal fin
fog swirls—a currawong out of nowhere hops back inLorin Ford
dark moon—I add ghost fungusto the almanac
long lockdown . . .the return of forgottenforget-me-notsLorin Ford
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