(East Gippsland foothill forest: Gunaikurnai country)
Words are leafless
In the forest some words are too loud
Most words belong to someone else
The sheen of words precludes listening
Leafs wait to be heard
Felled: the story between earth and sky
Trees are determined as the rocks
The middle story
Is dialogue? Logging
The tracks of words eviscerate echidnas
Leafs align along a ridge
Do all the words inculcate colonialism?
Greater gliders cannot eat your words however leafy
The colonisers’ word morphs into enforcement
The route into the valley is not shown by words
Forest: a word with many leafs
Words that are seen, leafs that are not
The track vanishes off the map but the route remains
Leafs as necessary as touch
The old forest…
The creek is not leafless, words float on the surface
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