#1095 - a page for the last day

 

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a page for the last day

 

hear the high places

night has hid

 

the first lit chatter

and petal struck

 

now underhat see shadows

far afoot

 

it’s just time passing

no one knows

 

petrol engines in the else

but here

 

round we go

last day of the book of the year

 

big valley moo

mulch far among the fallen

 

trees won’t tell taller

but someone runs up

 

a possum climbs up to the stars

 

come be breeze delight

say summer

 

there’s  a lot of afternoon

glisten pondsworth frogly

 

rain was

so though long ago

 

I forgot the clock

come humbling about

 

won’t see bandicoots

but where they’ve been

 

I can hear

my own footsteps behind

 

a possum climbs up to the stars

 

there’s overland duck and the African Queen

wombat, worthy pioner

 

there’s wallaby

running our fences

 

and the day divided too

(at wallaby trot’s a lot faster than mine)

 

and a possum climbs up to the stars

 

creek height banana falls

Davidson plum

 

one greets the little dinosaurs

met on the way

 

a breeze in the weed rough garden

kookaburra commenting

 

rainglazed turds sit, sun to polish

no effort of yours required

 

and sit where you’ve never sat before

view of day going

 

midst of things, of voices

and the bumble flight

 

the drift down

everywhere’s a short cut

 

I look for the long way

till night must fall

 

and a possum climbs up to the stars

 

round around we go

as if time were no place

 

but something we wait for, something gone

thing never quite here at all