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Market treat
To look upon her
Middle of the street
Dancing feet in flip flops
Cotton slung over shoulder
Carrying the weight
Of next week's movies
Breakfast treat
Colours and lines dance
In front of eyes
Stallholders parade
Eyes watching me
Rainbow carrots
Pink lemonade
Waiting next Saturday
For one more take
Twist of tongue
Pull of cheek
Humankind kindred
Lay eyes on
Every hour
Another week
In case of
Isolation
Raise a glass
To me
It’s a little bit funny
Ethical nature
To draw one out
Protect from predators
When they hide
On the inside
Under rocks
Not out open
How easy to mistake
To mimic a threat
For safety
But scare away
Own mate
Funny how I know
When I decide to
Stop chasing
With words
That'll be the day
You turn around
In the heavy silence
Between us
Where only smiles
Are found
By an inch
Tell her that you love her
If not with words
Any other thing
Without a doubt
Most important
Need to know
Life or death
By an inch
Holding one
Away from cliff
Sudden drop away
To vast ocean
Of loneliness
Tell her simply
For vast open sky
Meets horizon
High and deep
Where love consumes
Our solitude
We float away
To worlds unknown
Forever
Falling softly
All done through the night
Holding on to the next
Wondering aimlessly
Hoping for return
Falling softly
Blossoms surround
Lift my face
Above them all
How to prevent
Idea of you
Growing so tall
Looking into you
Only way
A multiverse grows
Out and beyond
Over and within
Unexplainable
To the naked eye
One only sees a light
A smile a look
A gracious word or two
The only way I know
How to love you
Is in spacious place
Wide open spaces
Long learnings ago
I hoped for one
To explore the cavern
Find the open door
My mind is endlessly
Travelling back forth
But pinpoints perfectly
On one such as yourself
Tides in
Ruminate
'Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose'
~ Shakespeare Sonnet 64
Love like
A cocoon
Urging me
I have all
I need
Spinning round
Intimately
Fine silk
Weaving
Remaking
Every cell
To offer
Freedom
Memoriam
I dedicate my writings
Dear Fanny Cochrane Smith
I lived upon her land
Learned what gratitude is
It healed my very wounded
Heart, spirit, mind
So I wish to return
To all of her kind
~written on kunanyi lutruwita / Mt Wellington Tasmania
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