I like the snap aspect, Andrew, but wonder if, as prose poem, it could do with a small; editing out of the I/we, getting it all into a sort of photo/graphed motion, so to speak.
Doug
On 2011-05-25, at 4:05 AM, andrew burke wrote:
> Oh, I see, it is the time of year for lace faced fungus, woodlice and
> red-bellied ants, snails that deckle our mail, and trimming the curry tree.
> In the shallow pond across the road a white-faced heron looks for frogs and
> freshwater snails, grateful for anything in this muddy water. We walk by,
> dogs sniffing the news, looking where new growth grows green and fresh from
> the late summer bushfire. It looks so fresh against the charred black of the
> trunks. In the dried edges of the pond, before its low banks, the council
> tried a re-vegetation program at the end of summer, but the heat hung on,
> and now we see the few survivors dusted off by late autumn rain. I
> straighten bamboo sticks placed to prop up the plants. Last year and the
> year before that we did the same – small areas of fledgling trees and bushes
> support each other as their root systems tap into the subterranean water
> sources or spread out laterally to catch what moisture there is just below
> the surface. Perseverance is the name of the game, returning to the earth
> what is the earth’s. (To be continued.)
>
> --
> Andrew
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>
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