record floodnavigating the townalong new rivers
deep nightthe lonely whistleof the Ghan
seat by the rivera path buried in leaveswanders onLorraine Haig
ridge topthe rain I walked withhas moved on
river fogblue-billed ducklingscurl through reeds
open doorsthe sermon scentedwith freesias
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