#913 - two little poems for an East Coast Low

 

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two little poems for an East Coast Low

 

 

tell me

 

can you hear how far the sky?

just now it was upon us

as if a superstition

or else we might have dreamt

            and did

 

in pulses, pouring forth

 

I don’t think though

that anyone sent it

it must have been brought on

 

cut off and no reception

it fed the roar of creeknight

and might have swept away

 

rain, as it will, falls from a brolly

we dry wood by the fire

 

I overheard the sky

had some kind of point to make

and now it stands away

             quite still

 

the sky will be taller today

 

 

 

 

cheerfully cut off from the world

 

a road ran into the rain

went under

we well might have

 

so stayed at home

cosy because roof

 

it’s all around trudge puddle gum

and dripping from the rim

slosh on

 

frogs feed the python

makes me pet

 

some, even in such dark, must swim

 

and some leaves yet to fall

now shine

to show the sun can come

but when?

 

our chimney’s smokin’ hot

much in the day is set to rot

 

everything has been tried

 

no trucks, no cars

road’s come to rest

 

we just work here with what we’ve got

can only do our best