#2287 -- I almost catch up with myself

 

2287

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5.iv.26

I almost catch up with myself

 

a six wallaby morning

 

shy by fences

web threaded

 

taking up a pose

to suit the hour

each from a different cartoon

(none box)

 

a little mob, desultory, laconic

toughs chew on a straw of grass

just hanging

 

the far wallabies misted out

it’s April

it’s the day of the extra hour

 

there are words left from yesterday

topped up today

 

slow as drip

in the underleaf  

 

the egg hunt

the godrise

gets up again

a little punchdrunk

rolling stones

they’ve a weight

 

sentience slight, blear  

 

is that all you’ve got?

 

set to a paddock

there’s a come-again rain

 

fences for hop through

 

like a midst in which graze

as if thicket dim

glitter of the tips then

 

free of all doctrine

 

by the time a sun’s out

gone