Over 40 years
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of poetry publishing

C. K. Stead, from The Yellow Buoy

La Casa

That day we flew
you east I west to
separate continents

I think la Casa
attuned to absences
one or other

or even both when
we travelled together
was troubled.

Where was it to
send its homing beam?
How be guiding light

to divided souls?
Come back soon. Let's
set the mind of that

weatherboard kitset
we've called home so
long once more at rest.