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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