Kerri Shying R # 430 - Rose-apple Lilli Pilli

Rose-apple Lilli Pilli

six seasons   suit the birds   for all

the world  a bath   the air  lime warm

small rockets  ear to ear   the count

your families   home for the berries

all clustered five  to the bract

at night the soughing  of the bats

and clatter  wake me  love

this   change of shift

sing to me   suburb   drag

the wheels   of your  three bins

shonk against the asphalt

more than mowers  more than

Hills Hoists   I hear    the colours

rotate  we meet in passing   us

the people of the green waste

the yellow crush recycle   we

drag the shrunken red rubbish bin

kerbside   front and centre

what week is it   where I see you

unexpected  in your shorts at 8am

on the wrong day   and store it

in my memory   I’m standing talking

to the lady    in the middle of us  

and her baby is suddenly walking

  eating lilli pilli

off the footpath   we are all eyes

instead of ears    you are a post it note

of the future

  if you stray