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poe39: bushwalking

a fridge cotton wool feeling

with crunchy silence

like getting up when you’re five and no-one’s awake and there’s frost

listening to sugar

we step lightly

careful

and there are the buffalo

a scary sea

we stand on the dunes, and they look back at us

later listen to the leopard laughing

can’t see him

but he’s in a tree

or the elephants

close enough to be scared

they will stampede us

finally warm in the truck

we hurry back to tea and rusks

and birdsong in sweet smelling bushes

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