Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 318 - Xanthorrhoea


Xanthorrhoea

all year I  ran along the path
of least resistance  by the slim grey trunks

of sapling eucalypts  to the water
in the creek  I wished I could have told them

what I was thinking  always thinking
while the flowers on the  yacca

held high above the track
point north  and all away

from where this southern girl repines
among the crowns of fluff rings  those

eucalyptus flowers      and wishing
that the buzzing in my ears

was solely bees and not the airplane
of the otherness   

piloted by who-knew-who 
sure to crash land              if you boarded

keep running keep walking
in the bush              let the dirt hold all your fears

but the flowers             pointing north
how long can you stay





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