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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