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karri

karris will always remind me of you
how we drove through a canyon
of ancient wood, marvelled at how
sky bowed in boughs, us driving
further still, finding old mill town
where the trunks aren’t shrunk
anymore, but the living is, how
dog bounded through bush &
i yelped “bunyip! bunyip!” as if
such magic could up against us
brush & that night we made camp
beneath campfire starlight &
dreamt ourselves so big that the
stars in our mouths could fit &
we drove home, hoping our
bones would become immortal
like karri trees reclaiming land
from mill town greed

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