Kit Kelen #902 - the shining

902

the shining

this is the weather

and wallabies come

they are lifted in mist

and hear the creek run

a few acres do

now charging

swampies splash ponding

they invent the first game

could do it every day

fence through light falls

then everything half rhymes

crooked in its coming still

you'll see the next door cattle

graze up on gum leaves

must be mistaken

then maidenhair

cabbage tree

ferns here to fish

I'm dry

now sight the dust inside

consider a fire for the night

drunk on acres

shrunk in the wash

the shining's in the bark

fresh lick

now charging

with heart leap thrills

of my own round track

and ho to the fruit ripe

last pumpkins still umbilical

but vines won't get away now

it's so many minutes past some hour or other

or could be leaning to

this is the weather

and wallabies come

they are lifted in mist

and hear the creek run

it's stretch forward

and all salute

gold falls over the land

nobody promised this

then a chimney takes up smoke

I'm here and I'd rather be here