#280 - the all day singing

 

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the all day singing

a brownie afternoon in floruit

(pan-psychist ponder)

thanks Cat

 

round a forest, wings

and edge it – greater and the less

 

the all-day dance

that’s how we’re here

by random addition

wallaby scramble

 

reaching my secret goal is to sit

 

for privet whiff

and pondshow

hear them

 

of course I know could easily burst

and cannot but imagine they seem

with a lilt and a loll and a swagger

 

birdsung and wattled

grow ourselves in

I breathe the thing

 

know the all sensate as system

from the farthest mute stone

flung round its obscure fire

 

draw the line? why?

rings run round me

ellipses, tangents tell

 

there is a knowing cannot help but call

though nothing of the kind

 

bower bird, channel bill

friendly in tussle

or they are inventing the race?

 

plant it and they will come

 

I disbelieve my difference here

mean to say they’re people too

 

riffle through the paddock moo

(wonder why are things spelled that way)

 

up in the cheese tree travelling

colour in out of the sun