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I was once in a small plane in Lismore!!!staying in Nimbin it seemed to have Luddites wonderful ones P -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of andrew burke Sent: 30 November 2010 12:00 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Re: snap: Northbridge One is a big plane flying across the width of the nation; the other will be smaller, hopping out into country New South Wales. Hopefully I'll be in internet contact, but two people we are staying with are true Luddites ... Hmm, might have to visit one of those Internet cafe thingos, if the town has one. See ya all on the other side ... Andrew On 30 November 2010 17:22, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>wrote: > That finch is a poet!! > P > Ps I may be old senile (bit like Bircumshaw and Hamilton) but you cannot be > on two planes at the same time-unless perhaps one is inside the other or > are > you sort of splitting yourself into two (not recommended!) > P concerned (I know these ozzies can be crazey ) your Pom > > -----Original Message----- > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On > Behalf Of andrew burke > Sent: 30 November 2010 08:50 > To: [log in to unmask] > Subject: snap: Northbridge > > The birds are still in flight. Believe the birds. > *~ Jack Spicer* > > Tuesday morning, 10.45am, Northbridge is dead. > The Deen, partiest pub on a Saturday night, > is a silent, empty shell. A Chinese youth > cleans down the window ledges > and door entrances - scrubbing, > rinsing, pushing sudsy water to the gutter. > The weekend news on television > and the front pages of the press > are often filled with images > of this pub's brawling patrons or > forensic close-ups of dried pools of blood. > Now, all is silent, except a light chirping, > a skipping note whistled from > a tiny beak. I look up at dusty top windows > and old awning fixtures long disused. > There a small finch hops and darts > delightedly between perches, hop, dart, > tweet, a single note whistled > over and over like she is singing > to herself, imagining the new nest > and the little ones within it, > little beaks tweeting in > morning sunlight. > > > -- > > PS: A day early but I shall be on two planes tomorrow and don't know when > I'll be in internet contact again. > > > Andrew > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ > 'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at > http://www.picaropress.com/ > http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766 > http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html > -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ 'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at http://www.picaropress.com/ http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766 http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html