#247 - at Pilliga Pottery

 

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247

at Pilliga Pottery

 

 

bush strung along, stringy

parrots to bright

and hear the unseen!

 

notice the lean to things here

an all-time meander

 

road rooted literally

as they say

or could be the dream stuck snake

watch out

 

be captured in the landscape

see through the day again

 

plentiful parrots

hat gone in a knock off breeze

 

to far fetch wild among the flowers

come to the cave where the old ones still are

 

everywhere signatures

there are no signs

 

wattle up Spring

fence is leaning away

 

all things lean here

the fence is only joining in

 

the thousand year fire

still glows in the bark

 

musing drift

midst of much

scrubby because

a kind of burnt magic

 

see randomness of purpose  

one tree to catch another

 

so many ants

and most below notice

 

falling and fallen

storms to still

nights and you won’t believe

rain

 

green ripples in the wheat

I think there must have been a sea once

 

turds of the trail too, tell

echidna curl up

 

branch to bare branch

a flock and chatter in to cliffs

 

buzz across too - who was that?

on trudge

rattle of the track

like someone behind

that has to be me

 

in time a sandstone tumble is mossed

 

bring many hands to the turning

 

it’s a kettle slow country watched

 

less than the light caught us here