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Cecilia Morris: Poem ‘Reflections’

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\u2018I’m a dinkum Aussie poet,
And I don’t care who knows it.\u2019
(Les Murray)<\/h5>\n\n\n\n

I listen to you recite poetry
follow footsteps to your shack
with its fading paint.
You talk of family history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The screen door bangs,
we walk through tall wallaby grass
pace your land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blue-tongue lizards
shelter among leaf litter,
hiss as we pass down the street
so wide once for bullock carts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Northerly buffets us
outside the mechanics hall,
by the war memorial,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We move to the lagoon,
watch eels slide quickly past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The closest thing to poetry
is the moon, you say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am grounded, in Melbourne,
where one house is pressed
against the next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wander outside
into a clear night,
lit by a full moon.
Not the wide luminous moon
Of your heartland,
But still it draws me out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We share the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


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