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A poem published in the ANU Reporter not long after it was written.
I'd change some words if I were writing it today, but it is what it is.
Cold, crisp light, bright blue, nearly white,
Embracing all and reaching down
Through shimmering leaves dappled red and green
Across a line of oaks.
Feet shush-shushing along a path,
Rustling through brown papery piles,
Scattering acorns into shadows
To knock at solid trunks.
A guileless magpie, hopping clear,
Head tilted, in a Braddon street,
Watching the owner of slow-paced feet
Walking, in autumn, in Canberra.
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