#536 - bush week

 

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bushweek

solstice tune

 

rainy day

   so

 

I built a shed inside my head

that’s where it always starts

 

blue moon

and … what do you say?

here’s Gilgamesh for dust

          (good stead)

heavenly bodies come in

 

I kept the rain in a tank for later

sip and lungful, air to heart

… then have a Captain Cook

 

sacred trust of Sundays all month

 

it was by the lesser light, and the greater

 

I took up a book

fell for the first thing

deeper and down

 

take from a shelf

bicycle, oars by

 

an underworld asphodel

brushes and ink

 

any old mark for a tune

 

then who flew through?

 

steel frame

strew magnets

had the walls in zinc

dusk pinking at the shortest day

 

kept these some few words in mind

 

rainy day blue Sunday moon

 

no catalogue

I took the forest track

           found clearings

  followed along the creek

         till What-May-Hap

 

that was the whole world

  inside out

a downside up and shake

 

it was the map

and not twice the same

 

valley of smoke I had to keep lit

  to winter a while

(snifter, little carouse in fresh digs)

 

simply staying attuned to the new

 

fought my way out of a wet paper bag

had a few friends in for a game

just as we were inventing

fresh precepts and hypotheses

 

a window catches the view

and throws it

mandarin, gully, wild peach

 

had to have dreamt

 

the wattle was coming

out with machete

 

questions arise

just for the hair

 

cat cow camel downward dog

how unpedantic, each

 

do drop in when you have the time

you’ll find me tinkering there