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sort of magical moment -honeyeaters are they birds? makes me think of the atmosphere of early Ray Bradbury On 19/12/2018 13:07, Jill Jones wrote: > > Paths > > Early afternoon stretches along the street. > > Honeyeaters cling onto wires. > > > > My footsteps are buried in the pavement > > like a prayer that never surfaces. > > > > The light within light contracts and travels. > > Half-remembered cadences roll over a fence. > > > > The hour seems to drape. > > Trees invent shadow. > > > > A jet’s underside pushes into the west. > > Nearby there are birds that will soon fly north. > > > > Concrete slowly flakes > > as if it’s also going somewhere. > > ___________________________________________Jill Jones > > > > ######################################################################## > > To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: > https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1 ######################################################################## To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1