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the joy of
nothing gathered
of everything
just let
nor give nor
take
a day in the
blue is all beyond
there’s risk of
nothing to say
big animal
business – leave it!
and glamour!
nothing dead in
the trap today
that’s diving
in at the deep end
hearts, as of a
clamour
of course we
can’t
it’s natural
and the gone?
just let them
go
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the way of
the wallaby
a little dao
for your day
the way of the
wallaby
is not the roo’s
way
is not the way
you go
the names of
the wallaby
are not known
to any of the wallaby mob
there isn’t a kangaroo
knows too
dry in the gone
whatever you
call them
in a good
season, more come
the wallabies
may be myriad, manifest
scatter just at
a footstep
knock of a car
on the road and they’re poof
the wallaby’s
way is a wonder
who knows?
it’s in the ears’
rotation
hop in hop out
it’s all in a
trick of the pouch
the wallaby
cannot be called by name
it’s often
still among a day
with others
else beside
the way of the
possum’s all up with a tree
the way of the
insect is under
ants will take
the posts down in time
and there are
other wings
cannot be known
from here
wire lies in
the way of rust
it’s over the fence
as if there were none
the wallaby
comes through our gate
it’s gone
was there a
gate ever there?
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calling
it winter
by
the light come late
a
certain angle at
in
the gold beyond of falls
a
micro blue moon sets
possum
takes on the roof
a
pondlap frogspeak
all
those ducks take off
wing
reticence
lemon
ready
slow
grass now
you
put on pace to get around
harder
and harder to work up a sweat
flicker
of shadow low on a box
it’s
winter to the touch
a
little leaflessness
sporting
mulberry
yet
the bud puts out
there’s
no other name for this
it’s winter – I’m calling it now
