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Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens Ginko

                                                                  autumn sun
                                                                  the glow of one
                                                                  ripe cherry

                                                                  cactus spikes
                                                                  can’t help
                                                                  but touch                                                            

                                                                                                Cindy Keong

                                                three tai-chi students meditate
                                                frozen ibis

                                                garden mirage
                                                lizards crawls out of the desert
                                                into the cafe                                                          

                                                                              Jonathan Hadwen

                                                      tired of bamboo gazing
                                                      I look to the pond —
                                                      bamboo reflection

                                                       alone again
                                                       by the waterfall
                                                       my bladder expands

                                                                                     Vuong Pham

                                           ants ignore the lines on fallen leaves

                                           mossy path
                                           I intrude
                                           on the ibis

                                                                          John Wainwright

                                                                 so still
                                                                 the pond
                                                                 before the children

                                                                 empty
                                                                 until you walk
                                                                 in my shoes

                                                                                               Lee-Anne Davie

                                                              autumn pool
                                                              willow reflects
                                                              upon itself

                                                              garden wall
                                                              where do you think
                                                              the creeper’s going?

                                                                                             Trudie Murrell

* all photographs by Cindy Keong

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Emerging: a Mt Coot-tha Gardens haiku sequence

                                                          emerging from
                                                          the angel trumpet
                                                          autumn sun

                                                                         *

                                                          fresh lavender
                                                          leaning in
                                                          to hear it’s song

                                                           still morning
                                                           ducks paddle through
                                                           the tai-chi master’s reflection

                                                                         *

                                                           in the shadow
                                                           of the camelia
                                                           wild violets

                                                             bird song
                                                             searching the sky
                                                             for an answer

                                                                         *

                                                             reading graffiti
                                                             on the bamboo
                                                             I too was here

                                                                                photographs by Cindy Keong

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