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We climb again
the waterfall sounds
becoming lost.

Feet up
the slow turn of the lime slice
in her rose tea-cup.

Drawing the dank
from our holiday house
opened windows.

Morning winds
all the yachts rocking
with their share of the swells.

At drought’s end
moonlight
from the spilling dam.

Buzzing
with chain saws
the rain forest splits.

Burning hotel
smoke on the water
too tall for the sky.

Hot showered
the shampoo fog
dissolving her.

Grandmother’s chair
her knitting needles clack
into the night.

First buds
pulling her milk tooth
for the fairy.