by the Australian form of Socratic demise
he went drinking a bottle of eucalypt oil
the leaves poison life around the canopy
they move to a new site leaving dead wood
the oddly european view we must have
new and alive in antique photos gone brown
the landscape; it escapes us with cliche
can there be a better defence
the green ice clouds at the bottom
of this valley; and burning wood
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have chronic fatigue syndrome so may be delayed in reply or brain fog weird
just to let you know that's all, Chris Jones.
Blog: http://abdevpoetics.blogspot.com/
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