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From Me to You

If I could blow the sun from my side,
Metal tastings from the desert breeze,
And winding free, loose from eucalypt trees,
Still smelling like the essence of my youth
With the baking days of stinging blaze,
I would keep it trapped in a marmalade jar
And send it to you
To unscrew
And release
In your frozen water mornings
Where it would melt the fine white
So you could see the red dust
Settle on the pines
In your back garden.