Quiet

After the rains, nature responds

and thrives, a predictability

in the trouble of time’s chaos.

 

It’s an escape

to be enveloped in a canopy of green

to forget all except daring shades of blue

peering defiantly through the leaves,

 

I am thinking of you

and you and you and you

who must find new jobs to pay the rent

 

the sun does not get through

 

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An owl returns

Autumn equinox. The sun indifferent

to faultlines dotting, popping maps, with red.

 

If you leave a garden awhile, to while,  wildness

does, will return. But we turned our backs on the wild.

 

Tonight an owl appeared at dusk plainly clothed

in feathered ruffle, and seemed, well, stoical

 

perched on the wires above a person sleeping in a doorway

and owl, sentinel of steadfastness

 

protector of the lost, stood guard

solid in the stillness

 

silent in this remote sphere where greed

governs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Koala Patch

A breathing, slow-footed

emblem

becoming extinct.

It needs to be said

simply. Koala,

drinks no water,

clings to the eastern

treetops and cannot

flee fire or canopies

lopped or logged

and its almost

too late, sweet

creature, following

the pig-footed bandicoot

into an unknown land

 

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