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Pittosporum

crushed leaf

you are my country

verdant

shy

abundant

with nary a

hint of what lies

within


under summer haze

you yeild

intoxication

no spice can

evoke


you speak of

flood

and drought

and yell not

your glory

and when I see

you out

crush you

between my fingers

I am home