Kit Kelen #15 - a kookaburra for Ali Jane Smith

15

a kookaburra for Ali Jane Smith

having scared up dawn long since

sits and waits the wire

just come

shifts one tree

tells smoke

fire spreads

like consciousness

and after excavation

see where the worm was?

now you don't

this was a riddling of the light

down hatch

it's always a kooka presides

own deckchair

and still wound for flight

a start-up business

then we're in session

that's how you can tell

there's only speaking when day demands

here's the portrait sat

this bird is an admonishment

says don't Bogart

bisector of snakes

sky sage

of downward overspec glances

so knowing coiffed

so eye to all

a 3-D blue in feather depths

how pleasant fat sleek pompous

your bright beak

your head of the magic dust

and inkling

full moon of homage

a miracle

could be any year

machine could have come down anywhere

but it falls to us

take up a post

laugh off the day

tall to glory

with the power

yet not so far off

and the garden round

you won't see the maze

all rain-between

the work recedes like waves from

it's all to be arriving then

now the world's spun here 

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with a view of the creek today