Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Kokako, Number 33, September 2020

the footprints
of invisible people . . .
sandstorm


distant thunder
bred by lightning . . .
a coyote's yip


the air thicker
than manuka honey . . .
how long
has it been since
we danced with bees


the brash calls
of trumpeter swans
overhead
we are always searching
for the best place to land


sunlight's tongue
flicks among oak leaves
how seductive
these age-old dances
with elusive shadows

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