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



stones



down the lonely well




and counts how deep it is





over
and over
and over again.


(from The Sad Bush)

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