#257 - do dusk (reflections on the track down to the harbour)

 

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do dusk

reflections on the track down to the harbour

 

I’m the one swimming to see

 

so up through

a telling stillness

 

sky the high puddle

clouded with song and swoop

 

here we come in footfalls for

 

the dusking pink of half clouds

blue gone beyond

 

run with the creek

where the creeks goes

 

things are fallen here

and half way

 

gully up
a fern throw

rot log

tide come over stone

 

mangrovery

frondwrack

 

come back to the street

with its few hundred years

creek in its ten thousands told

 

kookas lost to last light

and the laughter of the track