Gemma panics
Because the summer is shrinking around her
The summer of gardening hands
The summer of salt stained skin
The summer of thieving mornings
So we sleep in the bush
And she rises with the dawn and the shrieking children
And runs along the highway
She asks everyone
On the first day of autumn
‘what will this season give you?’
She is searching for something
Beautiful to fill her
To give to the world as the world gives to her
But no one can answer
Satisfactorily
The seasons chase eachother around us
and we swell
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