Lone on headland, sinking at dusk
Of dark cumulus mounted
White cap and the albatross,
And Flinders' ghost ship
All in a short while.
Back along Time's luckier dig
Of an eon's crumbled rock
Yesteryear's towl-lain paddler's
And rare shell's gleam-drip
Sunned tides did compile.
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