Bora born
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Silhouettes of palms on a wild rice sky
shape changers on stilts of grey tiger bands.
Etched over high rise of boxed up curves
breezy dancers near the cairns esplanade.
Salt laden air cools the sweat from the back
the day kisses night from sweet remembrance.
People train tourists from far off Japan
telescope across the intersection.
Lorakeets chatter of the dying day
give voice to the palms, too close to perfection.
Flying fox brakes through the sky overhead
the mango trees zoned with best intentions.
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© nov 2006_ Nhawrr yirrpa
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