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  • Published 20110906
  • ISBN: 9781921758225
  • Extent: 264 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

You never tire of the sky,
caught within the frame and sash,
spun sugar, your tongue can almost taste
before it melts away.

You bask in brushstrokes
milky blue,
where white fire congeals
into shaggy buffalo and swans.

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