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Sit in your night chair
and walk the morning
streets of Canberra.

Your cold kitchenโ€™s silence
is another hemisphere
of warmth and chirping birds.

With open laptop
your virtual brother
will retreat indoors,

passing an orange tree,
disconnecting the fruit
for you to see.

At the end
it will be Good Night
and Good Morning.

Your winter lips will send
a kiss by fingertips
to those of summer

and your palm
will touch the cheek
of his flatscreen face.

(First Published in The Moth Magazine, December, 2011)