journey homeward
a boomerang makes a near
circular flight path
*
a captured kite
clings to the hand holding it
a thistle's sharp hooks
*
opal mines don't close
they glint at azure skies
like dragon lizards
*
falling gum leaves
conserving their strength, whisper
I'll always survive
*
because I too yearn
I sacrifice my leaves to mulch
Bottlebrush roots
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