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the joy of
nothing gathered
of everything
just let
nor give nor
take
a day in the
blue is all beyond
there’s risk of
nothing to say
big animal
business – leave it!
and glamour!
nothing dead in
the trap today
that’s diving
in at the deep end
hearts, as of a
clamour
of course we
can’t
it’s natural
and the gone?
just let them
go
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the way of
the wallaby
a little dao
for your day
the way of the
wallaby
is not the roo’s
way
is not the way
you go
the names of
the wallaby
are not known
to any of the wallaby mob
there isn’t a kangaroo
knows too
dry in the gone
whatever you
call them
in a good
season, more come
the wallabies
may be myriad, manifest
scatter just at
a footstep
knock of a car
on the road and they’re poof
the wallaby’s
way is a wonder
who knows?
it’s in the ears’
rotation
hop in hop out
it’s all in a
trick of the pouch
the wallaby
cannot be called by name
it’s often
still among a day
with others
else beside
the way of the
possum’s all up with a tree
the way of the
insect is under
ants will take
the posts down in time
and there are
other wings
cannot be known
from here
wire lies in
the way of rust
it’s over the fence
as if there were none
the wallaby
comes through our gate
it’s gone
was there a
gate ever there?
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calling
it winter
by
the light come late
a
certain angle at
in
the gold beyond of falls
a
micro blue moon sets
possum
takes on the roof
a
pondlap frogspeak
all
those ducks take off
wing
reticence
lemon
ready
slow
grass now
you
put on pace to get around
harder
and harder to work up a sweat
flicker
of shadow low on a box
it’s
winter to the touch
a
little leaflessness
sporting
mulberry
yet
the bud puts out
there’s
no other name for this
it’s winter – I’m calling it now
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it is one
day
there’s my
hurrah
dress for it
you’ll undress
too
reminiscent
yet
all its own
has
the hallmarks
the
lit moss
smoke
from next door
bones
in which to feel it
do
you think that you’ve been given this?
a
cockle warmer
did
you see it coming?
how
can it matter how we’ve come?
it’s
a hic et nunc
tautologous
too
just
this
a
twig in boots shake out
a
kind of finery
every
turn of the clock led
only
a day ahead of tomorrow
one
day
nor
is it any other
are
there more to come?
will
yesterday yet stand?
no
one to thank
none
to forgive
you
couldn’t have chosen this
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watch and
act
Hanrahan’s had
a hand in this
it was the ice
now seas rise
was the driest
April
it’s the
wettest May
and it’s
falling
all dizzy with
just up
look!
see how we’ve been deprived of sky
moon for a pondfull
clear come late
moon, how’d you
get so full?
pond too!
and what’s that
not wind
not road
?
just like a
creek to be running away
the fires are
coming still
there’s yet a
storm to swim
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I went out in
the hazel wood
apologies to
Yeats
fire in head, I
went
you would
a hundred years
since, more
it was the
hundred acre wood
was a willow breeze
was a roar, not
the wind
we were
reminded
how the creek
told
there was a
star in the after storm
a bulb of fruit
bright yet
lit with some
sun we’ve saved
was frogloud
there was
possum for up
all our friends
basket of them
a wash of rain
I went out tuned
for the song of
it all
was the very
air would sing
hollow and
hilly
hook, berry,
thread
there’s none of
that here now
had to imagine
who would not
join in?
brother and
cousin
and fiddle
to dance
floor of forest
tarn of sky
you can see it
all
can’t you?
the wander
and an age in
that
like a moment
dozing dreamt
how
in a hazel wood
I went out
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a rooster
coo-ee
joy to see the
creek run
hear birds
above
road scoots off
sludge it
moss magnificent
and brighting
in the valley far
lily by pond
rise till
frogs of joy
for chorus
as up with
every tree
hear no barking
now
dial to the
grey –
it’s a gift
I’m an hour
before myself
new season
where we are
I’m adjusting
my day to this
