Every
eye this September gazes upon a screen: opaque flatglass infotainment. How may
they see the banksias? Sea rain loosens tubular flowers, their wiry styles, top
spikes. Sunshine softens the bristles, improves their yellow auras, brightens.
Bees dawdle awhile from aisle to fibrous aisle. The understated wattlebird
weighs each branch as it picks a favourite cone. Sterile existence before the
screen, all ‘head stuff’. Time to step outdoors, visit the coast. There we copy
essays out longhand with a ballpoint, ready to transfer to our blogs. Click of
mouse and every eye is irradiated with something new, forgetful of banksias.
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