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An Autumn Midge
While trees lift bright yellow combs to attract squabbling honeyeaters, lower bushes open bells and stars. The ground, however, keeps time differently. The first rain has entered dry sand, but nothing has confessed itself. For many weeks, we return to the known places, two people reading grass at ankle height. We look for leaves round to the touch among the flat blades of grass. Then, at last, a flower spike begins its small ascent, a dark seam lifting through the leaf. That is enough. We leave the certainty of known ground and search the wider heath. The flowering shrubs are loud with wings; at our feet, the Autumn Midge gathers its darker wings from grass. Small plum-coloured flowers, each with a dark, pendulous tongue, grouped no larger than a thumbnail. One camera. A photograph. A report sent on to the researchers. We leave the place unspoken, and the orchid where it rose, hidden in the grass.
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