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And he is flying through the mountains
of New Guinea, the first to land on
airstrips in the highlands. Like
landing on a field of pumpkins,
he said. Or riding out a blown tyre
on the coral airstrip of Horn Island.
The epitaph is ready, written for both.
My mother, the whistler who
dreamed of flight, who collected birds.
My father, the pilot. The one she met
at the Bachelors and Spinsters Ball.
He circled the paddock at Tumbarrumba
three times. This landing a cinch.
His Tiger Moth would become
well known on the western slopes
of New South Wales.
May their spirits soar.
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In Mammalapuram I purchase a Ladakhi
thanka from a young Kashmiri man.
We drink mint tea, and Sakhi is
haggling the price. In business