#472 - who folds in there?

 

15.iv.21

472

2.75

who folds in there?

 

and makes a living in the tree

like someone falling for the climb

and that’s a kind of fun

 

all on

as if the track had run us round

(abandonment of garden here)

 

with kookaburra oversight

and characteristic humour

 

so much unseen

in an orchard full of afternoon light

grass risen to meet the rain

 

pumpkin time too

summer lost

squeezing out tunes

 

then interrupted by a web

pond in the woods as glimmer

 

so dig yourself in

wombat wise

or bandy with the creek

 

black cockies and otherwise parrots do height

even underfoot track keeps up

 

these are the facts in play

 

a trail of smoke led

so I’ll call this home

 

shrubby and moss in the drop now

someone is telling a dog to get out of it

gaaarn … and voice and dog are gone

 

say this is the present

we’re in the moment

and why for the asking

 

for wallaby’s wages it’s done

 

 

day of poo pumpout

 

sunny and autumn after the rains

thinking of fires again in a good way

 

lick of breeze and a whiffy stillness

or do I just imagine?