disguised as
fruit
you can
hardly see them
Davidson
plums or lilly pilly
among the
leaves
a rustle of
whispers
is all
you’ll hear
from the
wompoo
each day on
the beach
with dogs
Torres
Strait pigeons
head for the
islands
on the
horizon
as I watch
they
diminish
specks of
invisibility
Enjoyed visiting this poem again. 'among the leaves/
ReplyDeletea rustle of whispers' so good and the sense of distance and departure.