The map sketched
on the oval
of the Sir Douglas Nicholls Reserve
had borders
formed by the meander of Murray
and Bay, Pacific and
Bight, the straight
lines of neighbour states and the name
of a nineteenth-century queen. Stones
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Late evening, we came, stood
in turn
each hour
placed candles in clay pots
while the stories were told until day.
Is it cliché to say what is true
that the rain that night came soft and silent?
The rain came soft and
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On All Souls’ Eve
By Anne Elvey | 1 August 2017