yet, not ever
through a city park I wonder about reconciliation,
I have read of indigenous plants, yams promising to extend the grain belt across half the country, of a culture and society tens of thousands of years old, something to be proud of;
Indigenous art inspires the murals in my local public place, indigenous flags fly at my football games, ‘are you indigenous’ the first question on the government forms I fill out;
What then reconciliation
to me, to us?
& Kata Tjuta
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