and
yesterday was tomorrow too.
Someone
will come tomorrow
to
check on what we did today.
Today
will be tomorrow all day
long.
O what fun. Later
we
might go for a swim in the sunset
and
then wade through a sunrise.
New
grass will caress our knees as we stand
on
the side of the road tomorrow night
watching
electric spears the sky will bring
to
us today, tomorrow, forever.
Here
are the men who left a four-day
Trail
behind them in the Kimberly bush
(spears
and ashes and shields)
for
the shooting party to follow
in
a circle that took the white men
back
from tomorrow to yesterday
and
then the day before. Old trick.
Their
tracker took them to the edge of a cliff.
Tomorrow,
they said.
Tomorrow,
the tracker said,
and
now today is tomorrow,
the
circle is large, and the men still wait.
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