#230 - the garden got away

 

19.viii.20

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a tender industry

or

the garden got away

 

fell to dry sticks

 

back in the season of light

two months from far

now nearly middle

just where the garden got away

 

seed’s sacred

in a stillness undergrounding

catch all standing for the rain

 

then sky high in its best blues

 

buzz of this whim

and we’re chasing it

 

orchard to dreams

creek over

pond purposed

for duck, for lotus, for weed

 

come compost

let’s to magic so

secret in pyjama code

 

and not a leaf to lose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dreamthrow

 

give me a blue sky shining to wake

 

I, casually late to school – it’s

  the queue, the lift, the stairs, the others

me in my painty sloppy joe

nobody can see

      in gossip

which the right way up?

 

think back to the hurry must have been

 

another lift, wrong one, for cargo

come out at the servo on the corner

     industrial

come up the hill to the MTR

but accidentally in

and cannot find my card

explaining to – is it a policeman now?

 

in the classroom and after

did anyone get it?

discussion with another era

but yes, the ghosts all know

 

how was it for you?

let me show how it goes

 

a jam on the open strings