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The wind blew the Jacarandas southern tip
aimlessly into a shelter
standing to the yards northern corner
tin surrounding the shelter was not moved
by the infrequent gusts

Inside water lapped eagerly from side to side
within the red buckets lid
as two ducks gathered themselves
against each other’s yellowy coats
hiding from a world which they only ever courted

Green grass sat catching falling leaves
while flowers ebbed then flowed catching moments of breeze
voices lingered slowly from inside their fly screen door
making wine then food obey
on this lazy summers day

Where white butterflies caressed the sky
then trees above
pushing on
up then down
in this northern country town