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A murmur riffles through the eucalyptus leaves
Sparrows pitch into pale cloud cover
then dip into another swaying perch
branches taking turns to host each guest
We argue its origins
But the eucalyptus is my mother
Shielding, cooling comfort
Her thrashing arms making a mess of my yard
fighting a fierce wind
She came before me
Just another hard-working immigrant.
