#217 three poems at Ball's Head

               

6.viii.20

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three poems at Ball’s Head

 

angophora light

 

by underbrush

golden afternooning

 

secret to these grown stone alleys

shadestruck now

and then sunshone

 

little tracks

some tar afoot

 

winter in fig tangle

 

glimpse a long necked dive

 

always a drop down to the harbour

 

city runs like a clock

all ferries until

train over the water

not here though

all of the cards of the pack fall out

 

here they are dancing anciently yet

sea swept

and sky still

 

hill’s a pull

 

just where one wattles about

thinks Spring

a brush with the turkey there

 

the place to bags for the fireworks

 

tree

cave

bridge

 

here where years in their thousands have been

now we are possessed of the theft

 

esky

bottle

blanket to bring

 

a catchup

spread of topics

and instruments

voices of humans

 

harbour blue

up

in a banksia fringe 

senryu

 

wired for a next world

the joggers

exhaling their COVID 19 stream