Dinnah-Durri-Durri
and the fire spread down to the sea
and the shadows cast days of us
God caught the dunes
curled them in all the one brow
grown stern, grown soft
see the island out there
the banksia edge of the bush
tricked to sand
only in winter
in this brilliant white
could you walk in the midday
where edge of forest
rolls into the beach
into blue into air
the pale away
goes ever up
those islands
home of last sun set
and little clouds like england
we keep
the million crabs risings
washed over, away
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