by FargoFansydney, New South Wales, Australia
Dec 2022 175 Views 0 comments
When last I saw the twelve Apostles
almost but not quite forty
then I could cross that land bridge
on foot, but now not
since it is no more.
now in older suburban sydney
thoughts of forest stream and marsupials
are far,
but wounded shredded possum fur
is not.
then I could cross that land bridge
on foot, but now not
since it is no more.
now in older suburban sydney
thoughts of forest stream and marsupials
are far,
but wounded shredded possum fur
is not.
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Posted: Dec 2022
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