#1903 - the arrival of the weather

1903

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17.iii.25

the arrival of the weather

Gore Cove Track Series

 

strewn among boulders

 

a stick like a bone

 

in a stillness yet

 

trickle glimmer

 

it was all of time coming

 

my aerial companions there

 

backyards speak

 

sometimes invisible signs

 

a low growl gumrise

that’s forever

 

a track itself is the conversation

 

blue above

the ant across

 

everyone here has a voice

 

among boulders strewn

 

we are vanishingly unlikely

 

like an eye vivid

azure wing dropped

here for death

still shone

 

pick up for a breeze

won’t see myself

I arrive and they all take off

 

I keep it all under my hat