over the park
in the childhood lands
a workmans weekday digger
had shifted earth around
the unfinished edges
we climbed
a fresh dirt hill
& hid there like spies
& hid there like spies
sneaking peeks over the top
like soldiers in cover
like soldiers in cover
like lee majors
like bruce banner
book em danno
we said
murder one
bikes stashed
in a dried stream ditch gully
in the wild lands
of scrub & backfill
round its unfinished edges
round its unfinished edges
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