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The Upside-Down Sweetness Inside
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Five o\'clock morning rain,
a kookaburra watches me from the cherry tree;
birds coming to market,
pedalling their squeaky wheels like crazy,
pedalling their rained-on wares.
\'Here\'s a beau-u-uty!\' one of them calls,
holding up the morning like a Chinese peasant
displaying an orange-feathered duck.
The kookaburra scoots a monorail arc
from cherry-tree to blackwood,
its wings pumping corduroy air.
The longer I live in this place,
the more I see it:
the dead branches of a wattle
fuzzed in luminous green winding sheets;
the dark and private places at the undersides of blackwoods;
the silkiness of rye-grass heads drooping purple in the rain;
the native grass along the fence-line yellowed,
as though pissed upon.
The longer I live here, the more I smell
the fresh neck-sweet loveliness:
the faint resin of Adventure Bay pine;
the homely motherliness of the rain,
drowsy and lethargic,
splatting a blue milkiness on the grass,
splotching a lazy fattiness on the verandah roof.
A lone red-hot poker nods by the edge of the floorboards;
suddenly, a tiny honeyeater alights
to prod at the upside-down sweetness up inside.
Just as precipitously, it whirs away,
leaving the flower standing,
a shaggy plastic toy beacon
in the underwater, five o\'clock gloom.
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Philomena van Rijswijk. “The Upside-Down Sweetness Inside.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13951784/the-upside-down-sweetness-insideComentarii (0)
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