Hinterland (II)

spectacleless       drops of light swarm the surface

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behind fly screen       the mosquito’s whine

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goannas grapple in sunlight       my white belly

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stomach grumbles       a mushroom sprouts in the sky

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my finger drips blood       cicada throb

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