#426 - in the forever wet

 

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in the forever wet

(one of our great dooms)

 

waist high walking

watch everyone up

 

each leaf to tree

firmly affixed

get wet

 

so sun far

firmly under

 

insect cling

stickler

come for me spider

 

spill of creek roar

breeze brushed

high in

 

this the all inhabited world

 

o damp!

a flowering

and green

in the come again falls

 

genesian

you couldn’t dream

this much of the stuff        

 

and if the blue

by patch, a chance

 

such wings lit singing

other seasons where

(RAAF, for instance)

 

say I, the forgetting

and gone