All-day long tiny percussive fists of
Persistent rain have pummelled, nagged,
Raised the best of marvellous memories:
Those that I thought I didn’t need,
All-day long tiny percussive fists of
Persistent rain have pummelled, nagged,
Raised the best of marvellous memories:
Those that I thought I didn’t need,
Yesterday morning,
Before the courting magpie-monkeys
Ferried the dawn sun into the sky,
I hung my ear on a branch
Of the island dew-jam bush.
Hung it high so I would hear
Horizon-hidden good news breaking,
Your sigh-long sigh of relief,
Your big-beam smile.
5/4/2013
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