#1477 - rounds

 

1477

5.16

16.i.24

 

rounds

for ghost writing

 

one easily imagines how, as a ghost

how, for a ghost, there are persistences

 

round around

 

one only dreams the aftertime

 

they say a life flash

 

so the living remember

to come back from

 

once gone

and you’re here with me

neither of us there

 

still do the rounds

 

the dell

the bridge through creek

gully ferns

 

the cabbage tree

its mountain palms

so called

really a hill

 

there’s nobody there

I know

I see them pass through

 

but come with me, won’t you?

 

there’s blood that draws the body round

there’s vehicle without the wheel, the wheels

no passengers you’ll see

 

but froglife

bandicoot anonymous

 

and will the light come on in the Zone

now for less than a breeze?

 

how’s the solar

shower still ungoverned temperature wise?

 

there’s everything money did

we could do better

 

the Shrek swamp

comes over reedy

dead gum fallen

 

a fencefull of cows heads down

 

drought flood

 

fast’s slow

it’s stopping here

still round we go

 

it’s out of words in the end

and there isn’t

 

so the ghost is made

you walk with me

in your time

not mine  

 

when, after the rain, everyone looks up

stretches

just to be as much as they can

 

it was ten to six for ages

and now look where we are