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Sitting in trees

The Grafton City Morning
is a journalist found
unexplained and unexpected
in a convenience store.
The Aunt, an expert
on photos
and fruit, it is said  
in the isle of lychees
and dreams.
On my way out
of town there was a crossing
for cows
and a misogynist joke
bearing cavities and
the brunt
of a life hardly lived.
This country has become
a drought riddled man
but for dread-locks
and sitting in trees...

20 Feb 07

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