#819 - a place

 

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819

3.92

a place

for Ross Gillett

 

gives

goes around

won’t run out

 

take the creek’s gush

through pond and on

 

it’s all the sameness of us

but seeing never is

 

frog’s gone

still telling

here we are

 

and everyday evolve

 

even flood

fire

famine

war

 

treetops, cloud

the continents drift

 

but you have the coordinates

and each time round

you’ve never been

 

catch for light falling

 

a weed if you so call it

then come into the garden

 

this happens wherever we are