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Mournful in the mulga and mallee, long-noted
longing, then a skip of hot jazz through the Galilee
Terrestrial presence, not hiding, not seen
the woodland becomes its own language
olive-bronze, metallic sheen, cream buff-bellied,
eyes tiny coins of ebony, white brow and
the black
stripe
coal, night
that steals the domed nest
a planetarium, deep space
beneath which all life stirs (feathered, beaked)
where a dark egg is laid in the heart
