30.i.23
1125
4.30
will
there be justice for trees and their creatures?
all this scribble must attest 
dream is where we go to be lost 
and cheer the markets on 
of course the question cannot make sense
it must come to not thinking at all 
so many processional examples – 
look up, leaf through
bandicoot flies under the radar 
brave wallaby faces me 
makes nothing of the fences 
ants take down 
and while climbing too 
it was a pumpkin patch once
now no grass is sweeter 
weeds we say 
we say the kookaburra laughs 
dial down the wishfulness to see 
a wilderness just where you’re not
won’t go 
and haven’t been 
 




 
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