Monday, November 19, 2007

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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