#798 - sandstone strew

 

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798

3.71

sandstone strew

calls of the Lower North Shore

for Gore Cove Track series

 

creek moss roar

steps in a fronding down

 

the walking here is twigfall

soft from where the sky to ground

 

sun shadow tangle

tree top song

 

they cross my path, caretakers

have one of their own

 

underleaf over

a flock of calls

 

few heard

and strew

 

runs its own breeze

all made of the afterfalls

 

it’s true we are here

and we are gone

 

the tree that’s almost eaten

is a long time laying down