#1675 - fresh air

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fresh air

ekphrastic for Pamela Griffith’s ‘The Big Pond, Royal Botanic Gardens’

 

where the sky’s duck spread

 

treedeep

blue and another

 

harbour too

 

this green solace clearing

a ragged complacence

disposed to the calm

hands attain

 

evaporated haste

the calculations and the bucks stop

 

you sit yourself down in the very spot

to hear the sky

 

a kind of chatter

over the town

 

there’s a swoop and dive

to the stillness

just now sunshone

 

no one else on these paths

 

not a bin chicken in sight

 

but all the old footfalls are with us

wallaby and spear whizz

watch out!

 

canoe with a fire for the fish

 

long since, this mattock scrape crater

full of fallen sky to reflect

 

come back in a hundred years’ time

and you’re gone

 

but hope all this is remains

 

a picture of the city’s wake