BOM-whore Bombora
(to
Faye)
The sky is having sex today
tough and tender with the trees
drawing out the leaf tips
limbs lashing on the sky blue
cumulus pillows flying
pollen flinging wide
cataclysm of reorder
the neighbours’ washing in the wrong backyard
It's the big stuff getting on
the big stuff making ways ahead
the big cross pollination
magic winds of chance and sorrow
shame and shaman
oceans of air
hammering at tense green shores
breaking
making
go inside
let the big things dance today
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