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Or, glancing off buoyantly,Radiate notes in one keyWith the sparkle of rain-dropsOn the petal of a cactus flowerFocusing the just-out sun.
Cactus . . . why cactus?God . . . God!Somewhere . . . away off . . .Cactus flowers, star-yellow,Ray out of spiked green;And empties of skyRoll you over and overLike a mother her baby in long grass.And only the wind scandal-mongers with gum trees,Pricking multiple leaves at his wondrous story.
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I wonderHow it would be here with you,Where the windThat has shaken off its dust in low valleysTouches one cleanlyAs with a new-washed hand,And painIs as the remote hunger of droning things,And angerBut a little silenceSinking into the great silence.
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