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SUBURBIA
my neighbour finishes our dividing fence – a last wave |
max ryan |
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suburban loneliness the incessant spinning of rotary clothes hoists |
janice m bostok |
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suburban street – only the untended patch has autumn berries |
katherine gallagher |
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convalescence noticing the bark patterns for the first time |
vanessa proctor |
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autumn dusk terracotta rooftops sink into smoke |
john bird |
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laundry day – a magpie on the clothesline singing down rain |
lorin ford |
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pushing past me on the empty street the wind |
judith johnson |
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school tuckshop — the drone of bees at the bubblers |
maureen sexton |
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for an hour the moon hangs with the singlets |
ross clark |
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path to the outhouse — wild roses |
john o'connor |
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