#897 - Gore Cove Track Series - two poems

 

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897 

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wear it into sunlight

Gore Cove Track Series

 

from the grey and under

winterscarf worn

 

the shoe smoothed stones, roots

 

all the shades and days of green

 

trip or spill

 

incoming

bridge over

 

footfall of

pass me by

 

breeze from

trickle by

lapping at light

 

stand in the creek

and hear it too

you’re there

but the creek

is as far as its breeze

as high as these voices

winged away

till they are gone to bright

 

 

 

the mangrove moment in the track

 

and through the scrambling rootworks

never two pictures the same

 

voiceless

then ours

the scrub down to here

 

the stone here carved with time

 

all around the fallen

those to fall attend

 

in just a little while the rain

 

this sky is speechless now