The romantic Oz ego/
gathers the poetic remains/
of verbal seeds cast across/
the ocean’s eternal waves.

She examines them closely;/
turning them this way/
and that. Hopefully believes words
written by the poet today.

She understands their power.
She knows of their might.
Years ago they’d caressed her
deep into the Outback’s dark, lonely night.

But she must now know he’s let go and moved on,
just like she did so long ago with her other one.