A walk of leaves,
and gumtree shoots,
of hollows and of hearts.
Of water lapping at the shore
as pet-cats lap their water.
Of twisted trees, and bending knees
and scruffy scrub abandoned.
And death be pleased, for those great trees
groaning, fall – reaching roots
scrambling for the soil.
When unexpected, in the haze
of lonely’s lost encumbered,
We hear Mechanics; shifting, stretching,
at a distance not far from us.
For in an instant, glass was shattered:
so thin are perfect pictures.
And now we hear, undrugged we become:
The highway’s soundscape scripture.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Ripples
PoetryButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
