11.i.23
1106
4.11
after
my own heart
whiling away
where else?
under fine slurry
some say pine
it’s only ever ambiguous
where one should shouldn’t
a dragonfly past
bandicoot snouting
this will be for others to find
but here’s the headsup
map of mere words gone among
I want to bring you further
and further in
wallaby over plank bridge
none more surefooted than
long after and before
come as ghosts
went that way
people who don’t get close won’t know
it’s all the creatures unbelieving
make this garden hum
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