My Place

Is it where skylarks

float

and I made jam

while flowers sang to you

and children now abandoned

delighted

Is it in the eucalyptus sea

where we swam

then lay on smooth stones

under the dusk sky

restoring

now bruising

Is it with those

who gently

hold me

as I choke and stumble

in the scorched dark

of your bequest

Is it here

where streams

and tides of light

that may be dawn

or may be dusk

flow

as the earth speak

of new places

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