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Farmland road dense with flies

edged with Queen Anne's lace

winds through green paddocks

past watery vestiges of flood.

Blackberry canes flaunt thorns and ruby fruit.

 

 

The road leads to a scandal of the past.

Malicious crows crarck crarck

“He's old she's young.”

crarck crarck “You'd think he'd have more sense”

crarck crarck.

 

A kookaburra laughs his mockery of love.

Hoohahahahadulteryhahadultery!

 

But then the liquid voice of magpie

rumples the air

and carols joy in love.

 

 

The road winds back the years

to lovers old now

gossip not forgotten.