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Arabanoo Lookout
On the cold lookout
At Arabanoo
The sky that night
Black and inescapable,
Descended on us as all air,
And touched the spanned mirror
Of black water skin.
North Harbour reflected
A white discal moon
Full and edge-cut,
The flaring geometry
Dissolving in silvering flakes
Flickering Cabbage Tree Bay.
The ghost-coloured wash
On our hands and faces
Turned off in space
Reluming the shadowed pines,
Seeming a fine hairline
On the neck and crown
Of Manly and North Head.
Soaked in vastly mattered
Supernovaed space
I arced a small gap
To your hand.
But it was cold.
We stayed only momently,
You wrapped shivering in me
Banksia-filtered wind
Clung to its own shadows closely
And I was prepared for the car again
As we sensed the chilled bigness
Before us would remain unmatched.
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