MYRON
torn box
on my doorstep
pristine books
KIT
good to hear, Myron
tattered box is a worry
congratulations to you
a Christmas of reading
to break
the pandemic
you’re very welcome too
MYRON
new
books
in
my pockets...
weekly walk
KIT
with the spring in his step
only poetry gives
now floating through the streets
MYRON
lunch
alone
the
table covered
with
new books
KIT
three trumpery senryu before the 2020 election is
called
two and a half more months
of the tantrum
how gracelessly this one must go
a wilting trumpet
mulches down
so I am to the garden called
Columbus went to the grave
thinking India
this one believes he’ll still win
MYRON
no
trumps
in
our game of 500
election
results
Trump's
speech
trains
derail
all
along his crooked tracks
KIT
oh say can you see
is that the last of him?
how I long for that
MYRON
humiliated
yet
still the bully
won't
go home
the
bigger the prick
the
bigger the lies
fuck
off Trump
KIT
what lacks in subtlety
is made up for
in gall and bile and spite
KIT
midge million swarm
everything got a watering
including me
a mulberry wilt
comes purple past
clouds are further still
MYRON
clucking
hen
two
old men
work
on the roof
what
is the price
of
each book?
frogpond
in rain
KIT
ten frogs
one broken arrow
a cock for Asclepius
MYRON
cheap
book
but
the poet is dear...
budding
rose
KIT
in every bucket of shit
that speck of gold
one yearns to find
MYRON
a
friend loves
the
look of my book
--
rhododendrons
KIT
I think the cover worked really well
the printer argued the toss
but I knew
shell of a snail
on the carpet inside
these are the damp days now
white butterflies
risen from the rain
camera too slow to catch
MYRON
new book
he buys padded envelopes
and stamps
KIT
from the burnt track
come to a breeze like the sea
watch a parrot sing
MYRON
surrounded
by
so many bird songs...
flowers
at dusk
the cooee
of an eastern
koel
wet clover
KIT
so many days Sunday still
until the trailbikes
and we know it is
in my mind I shoot the koel
hear those two notes
no more
in my mind I shoot the koel
hear only the cicada hum
one note where there were two
MYRON
sleeping
with
my laptop...
isolation
KIT
black on green
ant over an unripe lemon
globetrotting
frog discovers pipe
and pops in
everyone hears about this
MYRON
white
roses
the
frogs still singing
in
sunshine
KIT
bark falls in sheets
haze hangs, gum trunks glow
wearing this last rain
MYRON
rose
petal –
a
tooth falls out
of
the sandwich
KIT
cicadas take it
to the top of the tree
frogs can’t hear themselves think
MYRON
waning
gibbous
a duck calls
through
the shadows
KIT
treetops
in leaf tipping bright
and who’s above to see?
MYRON
branches lift
in the summer wind
zero cases
KIT
giant paspalum
webbed at first light
tells of the spider’s dark
MYRON
window web
the old man’s
tangled bedclothes
KIT
in a cicada stillness
great heights up of blue
and leaf – which first to stir?
MYRON
sunshine
on the rose petal
a bee
KIT
many are the decibels
cicadaly
with whom the bird of rhyme contends
MYRON
sleeping
cat...
I write yesterday's haiku
today
KIT
someone here
is winged to bite
and tells the season too
MYRON
pencil pine
the golfer marks
his card
KIT
trimming the paths
pursued by march fly, mosquito
eternal struggles go on
MYRON
light plane
a cockatoo flying
the other way
KIT
storm in the tall grass
leaf drip
pond all lily quiver
picnic preparation
taking down the cobwebs
he sets a beetle free
MYRON
summer floods...
candles
like gumboots
around
his cake
singing
happy
birthday
cicadas
a
publisher
checking
the forecast
gaps
between clouds
KIT
if
I follow yr instructions
Myron
yll see me
in
hospital...
MYRON
summer
storm
the
new book
a
ray of sunshine
road
trip
in
every paddock
the
same sheep
KIT
no! each sheep must be unique
they’ve pulled the wool
over your eyes
last shower – a come down
the picnic awaits
Beethoven’s birthday today
MYRON
coming
down
the road
birdsongs
from trees
KIT
gets right up your nose
first hint of a sneeze
(not a COVID symptom)
MYRON
Bulahdelah
the
sounds of cicadas
from
Markwell
KIT
silent cicada on the picnic table
brushed off
then flew away
Cheng Ho conquered Ceylon
but just for a while
no one remembers why
MYRON
new
cluster
a
crab crawls away
from
my footfall
KIT
from the picnic
dash back to borders you choose
every bear sad after
hope you got away okay
and over and across
thanks for being there
it is the season
of carking rodents
drip drip drip
MYRON
a
pigeon
flies
across the border
sugarcane
KIT
whipbirds
wax the stillness
spiders build in the storm
MYRON
book
launch
cicadas
cheer on
every
poet
KIT
clear
blue
after
a picnic of it
only
cicada piss falls
MYRON
the
publisher
at
the launch
gentle
rain
KIT
spider tears across the terrace
gets there
just in time
MYRON
a
blackbird
walks
beside the freeway
sunflowers
KIT
leafly and shone
a flicker on the floor
shadows cast again
MYRON
hot
breeze
the
girl's hands move
over
her piano
KIT
a rose persists
in this stiff breeze
silent invisible worm
sixth sense forgotten
by rule bound senryu-ist
granny sucks her eggs
by the way
see no sign of your money
expect it may come soon
if he wanted a lesson
he’d ask for it
fart lingers on the breeze
MYRON
old
fart
but
still
the
roses bloom
KIT
but only if you’re
in the room
you just have to be there
KIT
tell her she can
keep paying
we won’t accept any limits at all
ant travels
to the end of the leaf
finds nothing of interest there
KIT
last beetle
of Christmas still clings
to the tinselly tree
MYRON
humid
dusk
they
climb the rocks
to
the pier
grapes
on the vine
has
my payment
come
through yet?
KIT
dragonfly lands
on top of dry flagon
nothing rhyming here
MYRON
high
humidity
he
finishes
his
blog post
KIT
cicadas take up
the sunshine and blue
all this attention seeking
MYRON
palm trees
sway around the pool
floating clouds
KIT
these waspy bugs
with the yellow feelers
are taking off again
MYRON
It looks just like
a lolly
gecko
KIT
and now a real little wasp comes in
light gathers it up
I will it into unswept webs
MYRON
bated
breath...
inside
the hunter's head
then
the fox's
KIT
cicada static
the sixes and thunder
what the radio says
MYRON
crickets
at dusk
all
the batsmen back
in
the pavilion
KIT
mosquito just floating towards me
salute
you are about to die
MYRON
mailbox:
plum
blossoms
all
over the power bill
KIT
goanna in a tree cling
and shy
snuck around the side
MYRON
straining
the
spaghettini...
negative
test
KIT
pumpkin tangles
with some nameless weed
struggle for the soil
MYRON
last day
rain all over
my lips
KIT
the rain persisting here too
I take off my hat
unzip and join in
last
day
of
2020
haircut
in petrichor
we mull the mist
a kookaburra bides
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