Fraser Island

Never before had I seen a mud beach

Nor taken a boat ride to an island curt by stinger-infested sea

And on this island my feet crunched the shore;

The sound of jangling keys in dead coral like broken glass;

Tourists in a cacophony heard by native birds;

And the waves, so small, made low by the reef, carrying sea kayaks filled with chattering teeth.

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