in which a path is cleared

brushing past plants has become a natural part of life so much so

that being asked to cut some down seems unnatural. however i share

this path with others and so it must be. i approach the task with resignation

thinking how the patch is slowly becoming cartoon-like, a wilderness

in the suburbs. except for the path. salvias and roses, tagetes, liriopes

receive an unseasonal and respectful prune. i scramble behind these

now neat bushes filling in gaps with all the cuttings,  a sense of purpose

in recycling knowing that nature has its own way of reasserting growth

even as the city strides away from its green past. a small footprint

in which everything turns

In the middle of the afternoon

rain poured down in buckets

just as we’d given up, decided

in fact, drought was here again.


A torrent of water flew down

like bird-words shrieking and cavorting

in a wild sky turned grey

even as everything turned:


colour returned to grass as each

leaf trembled in relief; I saw the ground

breathe deep,  seedlings become

plants, two sycamores


ten cypresses,  shaken with

delight. Only the roses drooped,

their vibrancy caught in a drama

of pain, heads bent to avoid drowning.


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Impossible to write roses.


(Windscribes from the past

have caught their scents

and sent them

to write themselves).


I rested

their jagged old claws

in water for over a week

in the nesting season


wise portia, adelaide

r. harisonii and friends

and here they are


as if they

understood that words

from the past

take root

and grow

though embellished

with thought



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Waiting Springs

Although magnolias crescendo into space

from bareness,  budded flowerings of magenta

and whiteness like a bridal flurry down the street


and prunus send confetti blossoms

to manicure the edge of winter’s nippy

tail blowing determinedly from the south,


there is curiosity in the aisles, hesitant

anticipation, plane trees, tallow, jasmine,

roses, all quiet, as waiting springs


an overture


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