Sunday, February 11, 2018

Kit Kelen #770 -- Katoomba cliffwalk

Katoomba cliffwalk

in rocks among the forest
not still buts falls
and leaf wing flit
where dark comes past the day
all upwards with cliffs
they're the suddenness
now I've come down
roots hoofsmooth here
all fern beside
legs stretched
the fallen
all logs and leaves
stringybark draped
we are breathless up
make a circuit of ourselves
can only be seasons since
a forest of the rain was made
smell it thick with summer dry
hear the last frog
dusk proclaiming
how his hers was a tribe

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