Lovely yet
Australian,
an upright antipodienne,
she works her way
down under it
to scheme
her next
and best
exploit
to benefit
this turning world,
by turning it to purposes
of greater goods than it yet knows
but in her eyes, it's all exposed -
a conquest in benevolence,
and patiently awaiting her.
It's not as if there's any rush.
She's always holding up the world.
It spins upon her fingertips.
She's contemplating longitude
and calculating increments
and climate trends,
she's passing through
in mind and weather
clemently, in summer pants
through Autumn mood
to find the place that she
was planned for. Suddenly
the scheme completes!
And looking round,
she's never less Australian,
but she belongs where she is
found, there making it more
lovely yet. And her as well,
by just in time to see -
another sun to set.
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