Summer Patch

While here

a passing human

bird waters the patch

with thought

so that salvias appear

like dots of reds

on an ochre ground

and olive trees

and grape vines

form a summer

patch, their


among the gumtrees” *


” from the song “Give me a home among the gumtrees” written by Wally Johnson and Bob Brown (aka Captain Rock) see Wikipedia¬†

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in which an evening gravitates

Waves of scent drift on the night air

to the sound of gravity, a sensory

end to a time in space so long ago

before a hoya or salvia broke free

from the tumble of leaf and seed

and soil to plant themselves here

where the stars spin on unaware


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Dusk droop

A last bee droops in the dusk- heat hanging around

long after the swarm has gone. Salvias give up

vigour shrugging insect-chirp away in this

lacklustre air. Only lorikeets and miners sway

to an umbrella-fruit gig indifferent to the comical

sweaty shape buzzing around in meadowpatch.



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