#361 - green fiefdom (how green? this green!)

 

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green fiefdom

 

pondiloquent

and pitter patter often in

 

tidal time

in the boxing light

yachtless day

 

get whacked for revelation

look out

 

lines followed till now lead somewhere

bring me back to the centre

the balancing point

 

o jungle my jungle

 

how did I come?

but the paths are mute

 

a run at reflections

depth is height!

 

lovely to round upon the fig

whom I address, implore for swell

out fold

root at the mulching

and soak this last rain up

 

it’s the creek like a conversation behind me

 

long alleys of the view admired

and sometimes sing

 

back in the rounds

which are a model of the moment somehow

because the all is in there

was will be

 

how the garden is

a motion always where we write

 

will pumpkins grow from nothing then?

 

I found an extra hour then

(and it’s still daylight saving)

 

timid mosquito just trying me out

and a web-lit here there firstness

 

dizzy up

stand it

 

I am in the time of the creek

     meant to have a hat

I take the aches for a walk with me  

 

we idle in the times

where else?

 

think through the mountains of rain

 

and far

field, forest

river run

 

fresh as the breeze we bring        

 

I consider melons under the wires

I am coming to the spot where the bridge will be

and think for instance how

 

the paths and under hat

to doors and to mirrors

courtyard gates

catch at the moon

and rhyme beside

 

stand on the creek

in the track above

the underpipe

 

how green?

this green!

 

that’s the creek off again

a creek till it runs away

 

it’s like this with the night and dreams

you dream into the light

and forgetting

you dream till

the jungle’s done

 

cicadas might knock off at dark

hark!

hear the frogs all sing

 

last beetle

of Christmas is one who’ll

cling to the tinselly tree