Les Murray My half-buried timbers chained in corduroylead out into the sandwhich bare feet wincing Crutch and Crotchspurn for the summer surf’s embroideryand insects stay up on the land. A storm engrossing half the skyin broccoli and seething draband standing on one foot over the countryburrs like a lit torch. Lightningturns air to elixir at …
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