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Poems by Inchiki
Handsback
handsback
range of hills
form a claw
with ivory veins
hairs musk stick
eucalypt trunks
grow ant-dotted leafs
along thin yellow ridges
squeaking crickets
hail a storm
and blow fly zoom
in slow clouds
to surround the
fountain town
where man and
woman perform
in perfect symmetry
cus in the land
of dust
cus 'n cor-blimey
