They’ve blown, the acacias.
Backyards burgeon bougainvillea and correa, cream under green. The dainty daisies
go bush-like. Eucalypts and rain-sprayed everlastings, fennel, fuchsias,
forget-me-nots. Grevilleas grasp the air; heavenly hardenbergia and pastel
bearded irises. Any day now jacaranda purple will blow into sky-lakes. Lemon blossoms
suck bees; magnolia, morning glory, and all through November orchids extend a
hand. Packet seeds turn into
poppies quietly then quit. Roses rage, ripple, regale. Sage finds second life. Ti-tree
do their thing, likewise understated understoreys and violets after storms. Words
blow for each, X where buried, yours in this language, zoomed-in where sight
strays.
Abecedarius (November)
They’ve blown, the acacias.
Backyards burgeon bougainvillea
And correa, cream under
green.
The dainty daisies go
bush-like.
Eucalypts and
rain-sprayed everlastings,
Fennel, fuchsias,
forget-me-nots.
Grevilleas grasp the
air;
Heavenly hardenbergia
And pastel bearded
irises.
Any day now jacaranda purple
Will blow into sky-lakes.
Lemon blossoms suck bees;
Magnolia, morning glory,
And all through November
Orchids extend a hand.
Packet seeds turn into
poppies
Quietly then quit.
Roses rage, ripple, regale.
Sage finds second life.
Ti-tree do their thing,
Likewise understated
understoreys
And violets after
storms.
Words blow for each,
X where buried,
Yours in this language,
Zoomed-in where sight
strays.
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