#697 - a creek run

 

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a creek run

 

moss moist

tiptoe round

 

every drop a wheel

of kingdom

turning rainbows to

a lichen lap

 

I kneel

I bend

to the breathless stream

 

for fungus

come closer

 

in the green, be more

 

cast up eye

trill

 

trees grow taller with the dark

on a day like this

if I say ‘dance’

ask who’s in the mirror

 

it’s more like a breeze

fell into gully

 

some were born in the rain

and some came to

 

this imperfecting flow

 

these many happy returns of the sky

 

everyone sheltering

all at a stretch

 

take hope

and sing the birds

other colours

 

now comes the big bright yellow fellow

and shows us all the flowers