Strawberries: a mania of strawberries on a
   Turntable

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   Drifting off in pinecones
Of thought, feeling the wind refract
Your backside. Eggs down a rabbit hole

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Voices like coconut milk in a car

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Writing the ball past the line. Clouds
Drop on your face: no
It’s snow. The crane stops
At the lunchbox. Lightning
Axes Bondi. The memory of bending
Your mind in the wattle, honey fusing
In the feather. The dream
Of the never-refuelling drive
A story each wooden mile. The
Old places crumble: are weedy, retreating

Michael Farrell