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QLD 4069

Leon Trainor

Jun 01 2013

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Steep slopes have an acoustic ring,

sounds can bounce between valley walls.

Trees don’t muffle them but resound

amid the creeks—parrots, crows, calls

the ear never knows. On the ground,

Hills hoists shriek bright frocks and tops;

a dry breeze litters swimming pools;

next door fools with his motor boat

(dull thumps, clinks); a wind chime’s ping

and, anywhere it’s not dry,

a whiff of sub-tropical rot.

Our semi-rural in-betweens!

In the sky, a droning chop-chop

as helicopters hunt dope fiends

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