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The Sour Cherry

your brothers

offer fleshy fruit

tangy or sweet

pressed to jams and sauces

impaled pilli fruit

by a spearing style

an acid taste

though the pink pigeon

gobbles the sour cherries

from the rainforest floor

dark at midday

a huge tree overhead

this basalt flow

wasted millions of years ago

claimed by Booyong and cedar

brown red soil

bird calls

and this small tree

dappled and grey barked

near fern and creeping shadow

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