#2180 - poem from George Street on Biscuit Day

 

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poem from George Street on Biscuit Day

 

from dream to dream

many heads, each full

 

so many faces the one street is

 

they dart across

each a projectile

 

no one has ever told all the truth

 

things I do not recall

may have happened

 

the day bobbing up and down

 

there’s harbour through perspex

and puppy dog people get on

 

go to the zoo and feed no one

that’s good

 

did I mention the heart at all?

there’s your Christmas come

 

on Biscuit Day

the out-there real

and the in-here so

wash of bay sail shine

 

tin steady in the snail sky

 

tourist for this the while

 

the scale of mountains

has a snail in mind

juggernaut to ant

 

frail age

and in my own best mind

none other

 

swallow a Lear pill

 

there are these brief bursts of self

is how I carry on

 

medium biscuit at this point

 

time has its own urgency

 

the desert with the bilby

 

today really met Miss Platypus

plonks on, a nervous twitch  

makes my day, that one

 

and because you’re not bird

you see the other world’s reflected

we’re not there but see

 

to be with the world

is my headlong rush

and yet a world whirls by

 

haiku and senryu –

 

from one good leg

taking off

a gull and here’s the sea

 

get views!

marry a mountain goat

get used to climbing up stairs

 

one carries on in such a vein

to say ‘I am of Sydney’

always was, will

till I’m not

and pictures show the all before

did I mention the pictures?

my old friends

more of them later

 

 

a biscuit for every birthday

and all the in between!

 

at home it goes on –

bath, screen, bed

 

I, too, blow away