jacaranda
          in bloom once more
          wondering
          why just this suffices
          for me but not for you

 
          wave crests surge
          in the wild spring winds
          I reflect
          on that tranquil affection
          of an autumn long gone

 
          each time we meet
          he wears that Aussie tie
          I gave him
          so many years ago—
          for us fashions never change

 
          catamarans
          dwarfed by old willows,
          sailing slowly
          through the hot afternoon
          where 'race' is only a word

 
          every which way
          criss-crossing the water
          native ducks
          as independent
          as I'd like to be


 
          the five-note song
          of an unknown bird
          yesterday
          today and tomorrow
          this life must be enough
 



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