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thanks Jill all very dry! we have lovely magpies here -can get noisy On 21/03/2018 01:10, Jill Jones wrote: > > TIME WOULD CHOOSE > > > > what is the magpie searching for next to the path > > all this summer we’ve felt only dust > > > > a tree has fallen, its sap taken by drought’s gravity > > and there’s a mash of branches like a burst moon > > > > I trace ancient blur in the floating night > > those tiny points spilling from the galaxy’s breast > > > > the creek is torpid and smells like a sour sea > > the bushlands seem to crackle and splinter like bones > > > > I can tell myself its natural that everything dies > > but when is death a place or time you would choose > > > > to lie down together with the soil and the stone > > to give up the air and the song in your mouth > > > > rather be with sky like that magpie and dreaming > > rather be vagrant than something you’d own > > [Note: the words ending each line of this poem are also words ending > lines of various poems I've been reading this week on not dis-similar > 'themes'] > > > ________________________ > Jill Jones > www.jilljones.com.au > > Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press > http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones > >