#1041 - three poems - including 'the koel'

 

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smell it for an hour before

 

walk the afternoon out

daring the rain

and it comes

 

like a skin I show the world

these bounds you’d call fence

noli me tangere

 

I walk the rain as well

with hat or more

and hear it hit

 

something heart

play with the rain – high tinkle in

the keys of instrument

 

such come tender

the mulberry delighted

imagine rain is the sky

 

come to listen

loving thing touch

to be among

 

surprise, when out of nowhere

sound of drought broken persists

and then a sudden burst of day

 

the clock absent of it

 

the koel

for Dael Allison

 

precipitated the first thrown stone

or dropping of a tree to suit

it was the cause of the bow and arrow

 

because of the koel

canons and guns

grenades, petards

all ages of animosity

 

all the ammunition

can be traced back to the koel

in its late spring condition

 

the koel is cuckoo

brood parasite

two notes of misery

 

anthem now for our forever

sets every tree else to rage

 

only the kookaburras

take this lightly

taut with just the laughter

they draw from the lines  

 

 

the self cultivated world

 

is another conversation

it goes on with without

 

out in the open

at wonders again

 

no more alive than at the door

pounding

dragged

nonchalant

desponding

stoic

so resigned

 

it is the time of all things

a tin tank roundness too

 

breath as they come their ways

 

I cross the desert wishing

it’s the only way to go