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WHEN SHE HAD GONE When she had gone – the storm had gone. She oaks towered above my swamp. The river still raged. I sort of lived on -Like famished she-oaks if I just clung on For a moment I dreamt of the beauty I'd left, Exquisite, but then … but then she was gone. She’d wanted babies and I’d wanted sex. Oh she hissed at me like a furious swan I leant like a lump on a sawn gum stump Huddled in the bush in my one-man camp, 79