#323 - Evan's Lookout

                                     

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Evan’s Lookout

Blue Mountains set

 

 

from out of the burnt track

last summer lost

come to a breeze like the sea

come oceans

 

wispy and haze hung

pale where the trunk is

trees peel

and watch a parrot sing

 

canyons edge

stairs height to height

some of the tops never burned

and now

we catch the shadows crossing

 

so many fallen

and orchids light

scrape down

make a cicada dusk

 

the tail flash

lizardly

 

tree is a lift in itself

 

carpet to the cliff edge

 

no human voices here but ours

fell topple on two legs

all here leaning

 

who carved initials?

stands to scratch?

 

come up in a pause for breath

 

moss knows the way

 

what’s timeless is the light

each day’s its own forever

 

those who tilt spindling

all needles

and last sun

must once have decided

this was far enough to climb

this was far enough for them