Wednesday, January 30, 2019

James Walton #130 De Heading the Hydrangeas



Amongst the old
spent heads falling
the colours gone rheumy
bleached bones on the ground
just peaking dawn
air’o mist from the summer night
suddenly next door’s Terriers bark
then quiet as a pricked balloon
in the shade of the strawberry tree
older than our country
the monsteria of politicians’ lips
mouthing over Menindee swollen fish
a detonation for waking
but can I still drive that far.



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