2123
6.295
23.x.25
wilt
in the
great heat
once
upright
thus
beckoned
to parrot
bright
in full
leaf
so much
insect
tricked
from the air
everyone
out to flower
as if
there were no choice now
limp with
old summer
dread
entropic
wallaby
lain to shade
edged by
breeze
in the
bindi eye time
day bites
and night bites too
little
insects that won’t
I go round
killing them
but they’re
too many
I need the
vac
wait for
the koel to come
they say
today is Thursday
where’s evidence of that?
2122
6.294
22.x.25
breathing
it’s not
like anything winged to fall to us
but bus
comes
the
familiar door sunshone
it’s a breeze step in
be
responsible
you cannot
know what you’ve been signed up for
in a
certain place at a certain time
of course
bitten
this thing
crosses your path
I walk for
my words
they’re by
the way
time crept
to a fidget then
and that’s
where we’re gone
in the end
only words
and each a
death
you won’t
have noticed the revolution
our rotation
things all
moving on
we with
them
does it
occur to you
to live in
the moment of a tune?
that this
is as far as we go
no choice
but sparkle now
2121
6.293
21.x.25
to fill the blank
for
wise surprise
to vast it
take on
the great between
take time
with me
excuse a
self just to be
here we
paint the weather
there,
take off our heads
I begin
with nothing
or that’s
a trick of light
all upward
of the eye
a parrot
drops its message
we have
heard this before
page is a
hill and climb
was always
where I was headed
you’ve got
to be a little breathless
have to
exercise a fear
limber in
draw own
conclusions
be the
breeze and wing it
go for the
long rhyme
wear a
helmet for the tough patch
things fly
into me
I tread
the path my treading’s made
dive
draw up a
well’s worth
old socks
and coins, the verdigris
there’s a
moon held in view
credible
as cash
the canvas
of value to be assigned
the
floating worth this that, the other
own cloud
where else
is there to be?
to stare
out this our sky
sometimes
make a run for it
if the
coast is clear
take it as
a dare
all
hindrance let
this was
always where I was headed
call it my
bounden duty
fill up
what space there is
2120
6.292
20.x.25
give to the world
poem for
Diwali
light’s
victory
this
stretch of word
breath
entailed
wondering
what day
an echo
ship so
bridge so sea
these
wheels and a fire away
this wink
and wonder
best wing on
with
sparkle
in flit of
which
candlepower
the little
car and another in it
top of the
hill to explore
brightest
lamps are furthest
are time
beginning
with bounce
through webs
on a
mulberry day
today’s
new sky
laid wove
breezeless
one city,
another
we leave a
trail of years behind
and this
is for forever
I set it all
down to be lost
the under
over word
not yet still
with
lines for
the book of the gone
a getaway
from it all
such as my
ruins are
2119
6.291
19.x.25
truth of a tree
is only as
great as its least leaf
as the ant
along
good news!
and tell
rain’s frenzy
tell out
the wind
and the
still
truth of a
tree is only in standing
a leaf
falls for presage
dry, to be
soil
none of this
requires belief
whose web
in the bole?
whose scat
is that?
a tree is
all these accidents
and, one
day, falls, as all
so soil
from which another
so seed to
stretch
play
tendril, toil
such is a
tree’s truth
2118
6.290
18.x.25
the fog
yours
truly
sometimes
you’ll wake up not there
last idea
left
yesterday’s
a light year gone
that is,
of course, a distance on foot
my cloud
unknowing now
and why?
none
remember
least of
all
the order
as in any bird
a picture takes
your day apart
but you
can still be here
woke in
this cloud for a habit
knew words
but not from where
why should
a person be named?
in all the
green far of was, tell me
how one
pill is another, head further
then the
heart apace
that’s the
aliens
no insect
than bigger
still this
music lives
one
morning woke up without
should sharpen
something else how
polish my
own mist
there are
days one ought
and I
expect you to join the dots
who else
but
leafless in
my own treetops
it’s any
head my own
don’t you worry
about me
I know
what day it is
do you
feel that a day is missing?
still this
music lives
2117
6.289
17.x.25
on the far side of the mind
pixies and
poltergeists, greybeard fears
lost
shopping lists and chimney lusts
old light
traps, charms
a pigeon
sits in cooee
everything’s
everywhere now
no one can
see me
this is
just for as long as it takes
here’s my
receipt
there are cashback
rewards
is it
selfish this wishing?
in your
time and mine
no one can
see me
we race
the heart for home
