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breeze
in the underbrush
at Sea Acres, Port Macquarie
a chatter up
a frond drop
tangle till
dark of shade traipse
comes laughter from behind
some human else
the strangling fig
straw treefern
and a cat impression
eyes up
here there shafting of some
bright
Bangalow!
there’s nothing and no one so
straight, so tall
eye along, watch where you
go
whipbird then for punctuation
here ribbon fern
here vine lost in pursuit
and of whom?
it’s any old tree will chase
you along
with a hurry up
you’ve no permission to stop
so find onself
as ant across the page of
day
so we all grow together
wilt a little droughtwise
too
watch one tree swallow
another
cloud and cloud obscured
a lean and falling slowly,
slowly
in the underbrush shallows
vine as Tarzan too
all this becalming sea
caught
the stillness of a tune
will take most of your time
sour cherry –
things named for their
elsewhere, for otherwise
to have them Latin on a
ladder
soft gloss and fleshy fruit
the black apple
the bolly gum
yellow tulip
python tree
one wingfall
and another
red ash
ribbon rise
and half way up – this residence
a tiny nest
the eye’s a thread through
mazing
where the head’s not been
before
needless to say this all
frames me
I’d put out
if half the leaf you are
I love the very thick of it
breath belonging to us all
I hear the wave roar
you can’t see through from
this to there
you know that there’s an ocean
though
along the way and gone
who’ll bite if I stand
still?
