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Fight! Fight!
The magpies
nesting in the beech
began shouting
angry
to see a squirrel
in their tree
Attracted
like bad boys in the playground
more magpies
joined in
hopping from branch to branch
a harsh chatter
of anger
The squirrel
preferring a quiet life
left
by way of my garden
wall
Today the tree is silent
Friday 5th April 2019 3:41 pm
Adamson Adrift
This piece, over twenty years old, came to me largely in a dream about being a poet.
Adamson Adrift
We sat on the wharf at East Balmain,
where the ferries make the Harbour
never still,
and Robert Adamson floated away
with grace on the violent tide,
as we looked on the streams
of the living
(as in air, we were in motion)
and in action, and relative calm
...Sunday 29th October 2017 2:21 pm
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