I
tried to talk back to the cockatoos chatting in the tree
by
the back fence today.
They
said something curt, possibly dismissive
and
slipped away to the neighbour’s tree.
The
door to the library here won’t keep quiet,
it
cackles and shakes as if every opening is a joke.
A
brief storm shook every tree in town
like
a drunk weaving through a crowd at dusk.
The
day is hurrying away across the grasses,
the
sand and stony rises, already beyond reach.
Lightning
reminds us of how broken the
sky gets every day
despite
all that shining polish lavished on it.
Lovely work Kevin, and I can only add that I've had days like this too!
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