Rivers
snake across the ground
as sun catches
the water, scales reflect,
sear the
eye; behind the closed lids
footprints
of luminous red sand,
above the
curved tin roof, hidden by day
stars the
same and different, known figures
turned
upside down, scrutinize.
From the
branded and beloved familiar,
plants
transplanted into mulched soil,
blue cottage
flowers sway, fruit trees, fruit flies,
bruised, fallen
rose petals, the quiet suckle of aphid –
loaded
shotgun demands attention, hungry
for twitch
of rabbit and fox – if you have to kill
better it’s the carcass of an animal you
comprehend.
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