Sunshine on a wild edge

There you are hiding along a wire fence,
Nestled among the crumbled concrete and dry leaves, captured.
Your sunshine draws me in,
Close enough to see the tiny pink bugs that call you home.
You and your freedom friends dande’, fennel, ‘sturtium and buckwheat,
Reclaiming this wild edge, putting down roots,
Where others do not roam.


16 Sturt Street Southbank

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