Wednesday, November 16, 2016

John Bennett #21 Floating tree - or because we cook meat Tues 16

Not yet drowning, not yet stone
my head is a round black shadow
circulating so much energy
and what does it come up with?

A picture of leaves, and a title or two
a love of scenery and trees, appreciation
for the sensual, the curves of sand,
blue flows, a taste for walking, watching
Mangrove Gerygones flit between branches,
attention on a rotten wooden tooth,
last trace from a thriving shipyard,
my extenuating leisure, in short,
the outdoor recreation so beloved
by 19th century architects of the asylum

even when patients asked, ‘What are we doing here?’

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