By the pool

By the pool
the lizards shed
the skin of time
and turn to stone.
 
Wallabies leap from
the dusty road ahead
and disappear.
 
While strips of bark hang
down like streamers
on a wharf when
the ship is gone.
 
And the sunstruck
bushman finds the final
place to lay his head.
—————– (Julian O’Dea)
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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on February 13, 2017 at 7:23 pm

    To sleep, perchance to dream…

    Reply

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