A photo and a Poem, Point Lookout, 9 Feb

A Whipbird and his mate calling, track us up
to the lookout inside cloud-forest, the trees
are festooned – we never catch sight of them.


An old magpie sits in white space, a separate planet,
the Dunghutti, Anēwan and Gumbaynggirr people
are future ready, green as moss hugging the trees.

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