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verandah Sun
the grape-vine’s green,
cool around us

bush medicines
in songs my mother taught us
when I would listen

music to my ears
Oak leaves a-rustling
on the rough brick path

a record drought
the Gum trees weeping
with their stress

sunset breeze
the river shifts
in the mirror on it

absolutely wrong
the ooze of strawberries
between the hail

shadowed by sunset
is that old man old
waiting for his bus!

coffee lounge
breast feeding
with mothers and friends

dreamless
cracks of sunrise
stab my eyes