kookaburras lacing the
early morning with laughter
tying a net to drag up the sun
daytime looms before me
colours live on the tip of the morning
streaking day gently into being
Archive for January 18th, 2009
Pre Morning
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Summer
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Stillness sits like heat
gathered in the early hours
summer smells like new born day
distant thrums rattle glass
a kookabarra calls to
sol rising nearly
tumbled sheeting paints
tangled legs arms splayed randomly
summer smells like weariness
