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Tears glitter in the sunlight<br />
that appears for you.<br />
The wind picks up<br />
and gently<br />
gently<br />
You float out of the box.<br />
Sometimes landing in the river,<br />
sometimes on the ground beside me.<br />
You have been freed,<br />
I have not.<br />
I cast my eyes around<br />
and latch onto a speck<br />
of grey ash<br />
twisting in the air.<br />
It flies higher, higher<br />
until I can see it no more.<br />
I know now<br />
somewhere you are flying free.<br />
Judge’s Comment<br />
A lovely poem.<br />
Abigail Budiawan<br />
Regents Park Christian School<br />
REGENTS PARK NSW<br />
The Grey and Faded Photograph, on the Wall Over There<br />
Thrust forward by the ship, silver and cold, lips twixt in disdain,<br />
He is heralded by a grey ceiling and hard brown underfoot, while the<br />
Ocean, frothing and black behind him,<br />
Turmoils like homesickness, deep in his gut.<br />
Crooked brown buildings, framed with rusty, ragged edges,<br />
Line the busy, abandoned road.<br />
He watches with undedicated curiosity – past him<br />
people swarm, in tight, winding circles<br />
Of shuffling feet and turned shoulder.<br />
Oh sweet home! he murmurs,<br />
Through lips wrapped in tendrils of blue, as wandering thoughts scale across<br />
his eyes<br />
Leaping from sunlight, to wide, green valleys,<br />
To vast blue sea.<br />
Different, he thinks, as different as blood and water,<br />
Pouring into an open pit.<br />
Circles drift toward him, swirling like the darting<br />
Silver fish who swim as one.<br />
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