#453 - it's lovely to live on a bit of a hill

 

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it’s lovely to live on a hill

 

not the top where lightning

make it the valley’s west

where the sun’s all morning when it is

 

bright me so days after the flood

all wings to the garden

colours of who’ll bloom now

 

lovely to be up out of the wet

and think of grey skies as a friend

tank full of the fallen

 

all grown in; vine, leaf over under

to walk among the tricks of light

stacked, sat, all empirical

 

to be with the first star found, come

steam rise – little clouds from tea

dream the road out under still

 

town so bright so far

 

gladiatorial

 

someone thick in the garden

weed deep after flood

booting about in

call it a saunter

lost snakes

and up, goanna

in the district of insect suncone gyre

machinery alive next door

leave webs for a blowfly catch inside

naïve mosquito fails to salute

but is about to die