Bora born

Loren _

Shadows fed by soft diffuse light
revisit the cafe tonight.
The frangipanni's girls patient
stare, a quick hello dinners served.

She had worked these tables for years
it seems, Perrottos culture streamed
as overseas trips came and went
eventually the job went west.

Yet I recall a woman of
Murri law, the one who first saw
the auric field about her head
the frangipanni girl so blessed.

A descriptive tale dressed in time
fed by knowledge some say refined.
Woman's business close to the bone
of the golden light, green in tone.

As the years pass by, secrets lift
the gift of love would soon see fit
to transform dis-ease, by healing
touch, walks with her soon woken up.


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© august 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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