an afternoon on Minjerribah

By | 1 February 2021

for Ariana

daydreaming in togs, day-napping
on blow-up mattresses in winter sun—

we could barely hear ourselves over the battering ram
of birdsong. an island pigeon

flew low over our bodies as we
tried to spot the willy wagtail camouflaged

in canopy. we lay top-tailed, all
gooseflesh and belly-laughs.

if this sand could, it would
speak in sighs.

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