Taste: chocolate cake and pillowy white frosting
Sight: gleams on the wet grass; blue-green boudoir; pallid quaintness; avenue of elms
Sound: thwarting; the divine voice; splash in the mud
Smell: spilled pink medicine
Touch: mug, twigs, dried leaves
Quotable:
"In the Reserve, I cleavered down hard/ to bite-site the carrots, silverbeets, sweet potatoes for/wallabies endangered, fed in/ "The Sanctuary" — ie: a sacred place." — What Doesn't Define Want? — Marianne Boruch
Extra: young ardour; sombre fashion; vast desires; a dangerous young sprig, a Byronic hero
A jolt of joy: her blue compassionate eyes
Grateful for: showing up
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