deep night
the lonely whistle
of the Ghan
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seat by the river
a path buried in leaves
wanders on
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ridge top
the rain I walked with
has moved on
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river fog
blue-billed ducklings
curl through reeds
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open doors
the sermon scented
with freesias
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dark water
a duck’s wake
wobbles the bridge
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