heard early

a butcher birds praise
of unfledged flesh
slits open the day

in the place where i am

horizons coil into my blood

creek beds hide water

black stones hold

memories of fire
dust records

out here

in the place where i am

bones fray

bronze wing

She is finished she said

her luck over and out

wrap me up in my blanket

bury me deep down
where the dingoes and crows wont
where the dingoes and crows wont
where the dingoes and crows wont

if only I was

if only I could

if only
I had the flight of a bronze wing

I put down the phone

find the instruction book
blank

travelling east

before us
the stars climb
behind
the moon falls

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in my socks
i clicked the sunrise
and
squeezed it in a box

Letter to Di

Birds sing.

Dog barks.

Flies

arrive

depart.

Bottle brush red

splashes

in the pool.

Sun love bites

my neck -

tea bags sink

wrecked

in a milky sea.

I lie

naked

sun soaked.

Dog sings the blues.

Invisible neighbour

whistles

creaks his shed

rust roof

green door.

Plays Triple J.

cabbage moths cross flight paths

an ant spell checks my page

the washing machine insists

no time to play

Sky colour -

Uplift Me Blue.

Outside.

Today.

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first light
honey eaters chorale
nectar sweet