The Living Pavilion

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By the water, flowing under
bricks of clay
overlaid,
But still This Place.

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Weaving above us, threads of lomandra; 
Learn to find Skipper Butterfly.
A woven sky.

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River mint soft
On the silty bank.
Hill rolls down
                 Towards the bay.
Water is there - when the ground is turned;
Wetlands sleep
Where the red gums
Hold.

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Eels return
As they always have.
Mudlarks know -  they gather and call.
Memory long -  to lead you back;
Thread of time
A flowing line.

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