#167 - alight here for Greenwich

17.6.20

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alight here for Greenwich

a sandstone waking

(much thanks to the bushcare mob)

two worlds

which side of the shade

flats and mansions

a long bridge gullies it, fern high

what’s suburb to this?

hedge straight, kerbed

a weekend for the garden

this giddy pause and lean bridge midst

in fern tops now come out of the drought

piano rife, a rush of hooves imagine

mid afternoon

private school boater goes by –

that’s money in the boy

there are two worlds

streets lavender, momiji maple

coleus and lemon light

how many hundred brushbox years?

and someone let

cause once too hard

and now much loved

each tree its own world rising

always just as far under, unknown

the joggers in their lonely suspicion

won’t see out of the track

two worlds – then and now

the fast world and this one afoot

take the path leads down to the water

overhead a Sydney song

and orchestra concealed

of how once like this everywhere

banksia besides

no motors then

all paws and wings

and wondering

I lost a clock

I lost a way in time

then who’ll come barefoot?

trip the stones

                                             

seasons of a love still here

I mean the sixty thousand years

all mourn and sorry

so acknowledge

lose a self in praise

now past mosquito time

but mindful

sometimes to the sun is bliss

lose the garden walks

shade thoughts

never twice the same

blue up above

and the blue far ahead

slip down to the harbour

and sail

so that’s another world in this

then when you’re away

you’re here

are you?

reception!

most are on the phone

all uphill till the train