Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Kokako, Number 33, September 2020

the footprints
of invisible people . . .

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
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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