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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cocooned
in a knitted pouch
burnt koala joey
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another refuge
the youngest child asks
if this will be home
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