He was standing there <br />in the mist of September <br />hugging, against the wind <br />of uncertainty and taunt, <br />wide-eyed but not bushy-tailed <br />looking for what they had told him, <br />the place called Tallebudgera.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tallebudgera-dream/
