1160
6.iii.23
4.65
two
poems
let’s
celebrate the parts unbung
skin in, heart thump
first starring is our sun
a minor flare up – carry on
strangely slept
now see
bright parrots in floss
limb more mobile
the ice unmelt
branch ramble
air to twig to thin
black cockies cry their flight
all the green will sing
best of all possible yet
say world you well
I’ll make a forest of myself
the round around go still
performative
dis-ecology
or
optimism
if we say too late, then it will be
if we say it’s over, it is
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