#2471 -- as ever if a bridge to cross

 

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as ever if a bridge to cross

Gore Cove Track Series

 

 

running through the sun as it were

at pace

and to middle the day

with a high up

hear it!

that’s the weather

 

beat of sun walking into the heat

bounce of the track

compass of eye

creekshine where

 

what was it I meant to say?

 

perhaps we are gone to be

 

in a season of the flying ants

in a bogon moth rare year

 

there’s someone shouting over the day

one note over and over again

 

call it summer now

 

the headful of light

 

it’s only the odd thought falls to us here

 

my page as blank as a leaf

 

you could catch a stillness here