a place suspends
time, sometimes,
the tree walk is
one,
remnant of
forest ways, now
a path on an edge
of grey backfences
waves of power lines
tree walk all itself
clay dust kicked up
a tunnel of thought
aroma of fox of possum
flicker of google earth
floating
walking dogs wend
nose to wisp of grass,
sex scent, blood and shit,
a brown snake shifts,
coils, falcon rising,
bay of watchdog
I always walk
the tree walk
will walk it forever
camera outstretched
dream it as,
it continues
step, step and step
fantastic, transforming the suburban idyll!
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ReplyDeleteThank you! I love this place so much. And I think lambent was a word i was looking for, thanks Efi and Anna.
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