notes from a day

through the window      cloud
ash trees already bare

inside I am still summer

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sleepy wasp at the window
candlesticks awaiting flame

I too can be fire

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robin's song from the willow
inside the dog's soft whining
and this        and this


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hands soft on the reins
feeling my mind steady and still
like a horse

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my daughter's dancing tango
with a man she could perhaps love

here it's me        and my pen

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sun through mist
crackle-glazed sheen on the morning
I'm one with dog, mist, sun

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yesterday a hot air balloon simply dissolved into fog
today a plane's contrail extends the cloud
my flightpath right now is
unclear

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in the town traffic
stops starts stops again
in my mind traffic

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somewhere in the night
there is a turning
towards dawn

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moon gives way to sun
owl to wren and blackbird

so too in me

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bluebottle mind
thumping against the glass
seeking light

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wind on waves
light on water
          all those years
          of thinking

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to be this acorn –
months in moist dark soil
reborn into light

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silence except
the Beenleigh Brook
speaking news


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night swimming she says
we were drinking
moonlight she says

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salmon in the pool
has swallowed moon, trees, sky –
how can he be thirsty?

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the man speaks of trout
of river of the Troubles
I see the brave boy

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yes and again
all my rivers
are inside

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at the noon heart
of the day
the nasturtiums shout

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eight poets
meeting the day
with all of ourselves

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and in the end
we can hold on to nothing
not even love