#562 - international firgun day

 

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international firgun day

locked down with oneself

a mirror mirror on the wall

 

for Ed Ayres

 

and something lovelier than irony

delighted I am, to see you up, self

    idea bright

looking so well

bit blear

but it’s only from dreaming

 

colours everywhere

and thank you again

 

thank you all

let’s start with

veranda rail kookaburra

let me say

no one’s as well feathered as you

I particularly like that tucked up blue

 

worm, you’re really delicious

and baby snake moreso

for calcium crunch

puts bone in your wings

 

dead fly – I’m sorry

it’s too early for Spring

I think of you though as harbinger

you’ve taken flight inside

it’s far far better that you’ve died

 

and ants are a whole new level

– I’m impressed with the load

stunning stamina!

and no GPS!  just nose for the road

 

reminds me of

map – thanks for showing where we are

I’d be lost without you

 

frog in dusk hiding – no one’s as loud

or has quite your pond spirit

lovely murk and more to spawn

 

and just while we’re reflecting clouds

 

have I mentioned my own head, top of the tree

thanks for all the thinking

brilliant, at least at times

 

that reminds me to praise the ancestors

great job in tough conditions

really can’t thank you enough

 

I’d like to congratulate my own clothes too

my PPE, and whoever made you –

sheep in wolf’s or other way round

you maketh the day so I shine

 

how perfect life in all its forms

may I just please praise

 

say thanks, congratulations

 

you did it, world!

still in a spin

but rotate and tilt and revolve

chuck seasons

mazel tov to you

and us along in the bubble

chewing gum, walking – wow!

 

moon and stars – you enchant me

 

and – not meaning to swell scones

but sun – you’re the brightest

sometimes have to shield the eyes

 

cosmos and time –

your not-quite-endlessness blows me away

(will, atom by atom, in time)

 

heading in that direction…

bacteria innids – pro-bio, I say well done

a warm welcome to all of my meals

and to country of course

I acknowledge and come upon

part of me too

 

I’d like to congratulate the bush

on being its own garden

 

weeds – don’t think I’ve forgotten –

how huge, how fast you’ve been

once dry you’ll make the greatest fire

and some of you – sweet compost, mulch

 

everyone’s on our way to

being the best soil we can be!

 

like the translator who lives in a poem

and wishes words to make its day

 

stuck record pigeon roof coo

soon the koel’s two bung notes

because of you music became

 

and where do you live?

 

let me praise then sky, above all

kudos for stamina

please hang in there

and though we can’t see you

let’s give a shout out for pure air

breath of fresh you are

 

words of the poem

warm cockles too

long lost to love they must be

 

my language – have I ever told you

how you’re a perfect world?