Friday, March 20, 2009

stethoscope ~ mark cobley

i lie a down a lot these days
and ache

but i can see the thingy tree from here
and count magpies
smell fuschia
see weeping willow flower

sometimes the little lad from next door
comes around and knocks

then goes and drops


down the lonely well

and counts how deep it is

and over
and over again.

(from The Sad Bush)

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