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Bluelookout is a tractor climb
to where you see the South Pacific.
The animals who stay
up there don’t know to see it.
Bluelookout is the colours and smooth
texture of forest pigeons
though it’s ‘dirty’ in some folds
with scrub the old ones would have burnt.
Grasses of exotic green
radiate down its ridge lines
just how snow would lie
and the owner’s house snuggles
in close, not for shelter
but out of all the view.
From The Rialto No 65 (Summer 2008)
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