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Going Back
Lyn Reeves
tread as softly as a rainbow
in a fish’s eye
don’t wrinkle the moon’s reflection
with your footprints
carry nothing in your backpack
but a lucky stone
and a curled leaf you can blow through
to whistle up the sun
the wild lemon tree is caged
with spikes and the logged hills
smother the river with silt
take no photographs, no souvenirs
colour bleeds from memory
as a cuttlefish squirts ink
© Lyn Reeves
Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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