a street named ruby
while it pours springs last days
down the gutter, drains, tunnels to the sea
we make a home for ourselves here
pulling up 35 years of other peoples lives
the last spring days have gone, a new flood flows now…
the outback backyard has stories of its own. im yearning to learn them,
one by one by one,
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