in which hills are green

Another place. Here rain lingers,

here roads can sink under flood.

But today only a few sprinkles

dot the windscreen as I wind

inland in pursuit of greennness,

pausing as light and mist converse

with forest canopies of gum and fern.

Moon on the narrow roads back

 

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