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morning sleet
the ring of axe
on ironbark
jb
rainy season
a duck navigates
blades of grass
nb
anzac dawn
blurred shadows
shaping up
jb
sun-up
my grandchild smiles
across the pillow
qy
jasmine—
first the perfume
then the buzz
nb
corellas—
boys head-first
down the slide
jb
honeysuckle—
a spider deep
in the fragrance
qy
a breath of wind—
the trailing legs
of a mudwasp
nb
Sydney harbour
the opera house sails
half-reefed
jb
year's end:
a tangle of weeds
crosses the weir
nb
a sand crab
in the boy's hand
fingernails
qy
climbing rose
the through train shakes
a petal free
jb
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wakened by rain
the scent
of bruised mint
qy
Church of England—
a gum tree sprouting
in the roof gutter
jb
planting a tree
in his memory—
the hole full of roots
nb
summer hum …
each daisy nods
in turn
qy
tiny frog –
a breaststroke kick
doubles its length
qy
opening doors
of the weaving exhibition—
a moth first in
nb
sea swell—
a brahminy kite’s
slow wingbeat
jb
spring grass
the rounded rump
of an Angus steer
qy
lichen
on the dead tree—
easter weekend
nb
scavenging
ibis and poets
share the park
jb
concrete driveway
the butterfly folds
its wings
nb
mountain gorge
the smoothness
of river pebbles
qy
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