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fall of a eucalypt
the moonlight
as it comes with a rush

as I lay under-
the river Gums
growing their new rings

their games-
in bird-bath fountains
the pigeons- flutter

What fantasy
my shadow has
with the camp’s fire.

Winter garden
through the naked roses
your lingerie drying.

adding
to the sounds of the sea
the gull dives