Tully Under Cyclone
I remember Tully.
I was sixteen.
I was crossing the road and looked right.
There was dark cloud
hanging at the end of main street
where the mountain
came right down to the tarmac.
The cloud left only the narrowest belt of green
Beneath it, one sliver to be seen
below that dark and total curtain.
The road-sign said
mysterium tremendum et fascinosum
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