burnt-out eucalypt—
grey branches tangled
in the stars

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unravelling light along the boundary fence the glitter of hoar frost

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rock overhang
on the walls the campfire glow
of Wandjina figures

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women’s refuge
the comforting jangle
of the night warden’s keys

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