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SUBURBIA
my neighbour finishes our dividing fence – a last wave |
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suburban loneliness the incessant spinning of rotary clothes hoists |
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convalescence noticing the bark patterns for the first time |
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laundry day – a magpie on the clothesline singing down rain |
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pushing past me on the empty street the wind |
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school tuckshop — the drone of bees at the bubblers |
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for an hour the moon hangs with the singlets |
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path to the outhouse — wild roses |
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