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How the waraburra presses its passionate purple
purpose against the wattle’s golden blaze—
whispering darkly into all that yellowness…
How it twines its pea-petalled tendrils through fragrant
inflorescence, twisting and turning in the downy sweetness
of those steady arms…
and the acacia bending slightly—yields her bright branches
to the ardent knot and tangle of this demanding wanderer…
