2461
7.268
27.ix.26
at
a stretch
7.30
am traffic
Gore
Cove Track Series
to clear the head
with purpose
at pace
to get up the steps for the count
to speak with another world
(phone to ear here)
breathe in breathe out
so freshen the air
where there is the barking of the turkeys
the cooing of the pups
the early walkers with their sticks
hound in harness
all of them coming past
spring like the summer now
coming the other way
a scratch across the page like this
press blood to please the bones
to the plastic edge
where the e-bike’s abandoned
creek dapples along
the dollar yachts doze in their cove
slow burn whipbird’s over
lovely lilt beside, a trill
and crow caw
last of the winter chill
no one speaks of themselves here
it’s only a harbour blue line for under
it’s only a pale blue up
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