do you know
do you want to know
my people? we’re
the ones sitting the hairy legged gnomes
sitting by the o
cean paddocks sipping moisture
from salty scars blee
                                                ding the in
terminable drift sourcewards opens
the wet eye so we
can leave the bushy one c
losed losen up read
                  currents swells sand
                  bank accumulation with
                  confidence we turn back: an
cestral hints we’re striding
inwards in
to the pasteofwhatwilldry to silt
ochre dust in your nails
scratching frying / up the hurt the ants
swarm their shadows
                            attached the twine
of a thriving mosaic weaving
__in__out
                       of one another that
                                                                  pale,
empty Sky:______
we sit and                  sing the drought
songless is the art this is
the art of a lost child                                           (lost child)
trying hard to grow a new
mother                 like                                              (new mother)
                 wanting kisses on your cheek     (your cheek)
from lips too
                                   old
to pucker.                                                                  (pucker)

© Stuart Cooke

Town Beach Broome 2 @ Damian Kelly Photography

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