Here I am
Hiding in plain sight 
Made myself invisible 
To conserve my being
Every time
You took your leave
My heart would grieve

Her far off look spoke silently
She chose to suffer for love

Allport Library and Museum of Fine Arts, Tasmania

A lightness, a dance
Is all that romance
An evening discourse
If you happen to chance

The swaying of trees
Is all that is needed
Just floating in air
For us to be pleased

Ne'er break nor bruise
But growing from roots
Don't save for a vase
Or petals removed

No pruning shears
Large hands severe
To repot or sprout 
Our tender shoots out

Grow wild on our plain
Only sun, moon and rain
To cover us over 
For love will remain

Can't turn round
Nor go back
Burke and Wills track
Pride takes us on

Spreading sun 
Wind and rain
Spreading seeds
Some in vain

Quiet resting place
Long nourished 
Always known
Local natives
Wildlife grown

Is such a place
For a wild exotic
Blown in
From afar

Do you know where you are?

She's not here
Not bodily form
Her clock stopped
It's all wrong

In our eyes, ears, heart, memories...
She lives

If she could speak
Would she agree
Would she approve
Of me?

Wainwright exhibit, TMAG

William Walker/ Beattie Collection. TMAG.

This too shall pass

Don't give it all away
Save yourself for later

Studio Anna Marrickville, (Karel Jungvirt, Toni Coles)

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