the acoustics of
night
dome above us like a
bell
guitar strings ring
there are drums upon
your sternum
the drones the
panics and the triffids sing
and some old and
some very young
cover their ears
but we all tap along
into the grass
the earth collecting
rhythm
recitation and
animation
happily amplified
several of our
favourite tims
children process
carrying lantern lit houses high
their arms get tired
the moon also
dips slowly
the day air is risen
the night air ankles
around
we reach dew point
on the picnic rug
refold ourselves
walk the distance in
the dark
singing choruses
the only words we
know
pigram brothers
nowhere else but
here
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