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Tula
Tula
By Bj Patino
replications of tents
parasols and sunblinds
spreading all over
what used to be kuranulla
aboriginal landscapes
the place of pink seashells
There is no chieftain
on the shore, no starfish
where dominion shatters
Months ago
Pepe come to me
In the observatory
I thought we would talk
Stars
Still shimmering
Even if millions of miles away
The star itself
Is already dead