Lamb-laden ewes blink,
their winter-grass bedsheets white;
the water a stone.
•
Slick with rain, dance your
ribbon strut, Dianella
in spring’s squally dark.
•
Poet laureate sun!
Under your gay tutelage
sweat stains my dull verse.
•
Dewdrops on a web:
pearls garroting my dumb throat —
nature’s lines steal mine.
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