1900
6.73
14.iii.25
hic et nunc
where I’ve not been
before
Gore Cove
Track Series
see the trail of trees
up, down
reaching for weather
cave high up carved from the storm
there’s a come and go sun
never the same
it’s not the one this morning
it won’t be this afternoon
things I know on my rounds around
remember as if they were now
they won’t be here again
though these must be my prints
in the mud
then yesterday’s leaves fallen
where they never were before
I call it my garden
all eyes up
and touch the stone to steady on
I hear the first bird ever
here’s edge of cliché as any word is
here’s difference and there’s repetition
who were just now
now just as gone!
I’m seeing now what won’t be again
as I’ve never seen before
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