All things generally await redemption. The daffodils
particularly now are sorry
turn in habit to the sky
(they've bruised her puffy
face all grey and yellow) (more in sorrow than in
Sybil weeps to know such trumpetings.
From Sybil: The Glide of Her Tongue (Spinifex)
copyright Gillian Hanscombe
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