I remember Gilgandra
air, and Dubbo moonlight
glazed by Mutawintji
sights
of ochre
caught in my
eyes beastly
and always
giving me
delight
of rhapsodic
divinity that
juicy
kiss
of history's
last sign
symbolic and
always mine.
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