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
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.