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Grassland

Between the satellite cities
the native grassland survives 
beside the hurtling highway
with blue devils prickly among
the kangaroo grass and 
retiring reptilian rarities.

An unfashionable ecosystem 
small and simple only found
valuable as it is nearly gone
with signs of explanation 
at quiet corners where wire
meets wire.

 

Julian O’Dea

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Fragments

the day ends with
a sunset of shreds
of red cloud like
blood spatter
after a crime

Julian O’Dea

 

poems in the poet’s nest
flower like the mouths
of baby birds with 
sounds of supplication
for publication and
migration who knows
how far from home

Julian O’Dea

 

After five cold nights
and a clouded morning 
the sun is bright.
My son whistles by
my right ear and birds
by my left. And a woman
walks by with ankles
like music.

Julian O’Dea

Man’s Best Friend

MAN’S BEST FRIEND
 
This man adjusts his greyhound’s
coat and pats him as he waits
for the light to change.
The coat is red and black
like his master’s back pack.
Both long and rangy.
Both fit for life.
 
I often see another dog
in his coat going with his
master, in his own hi-vis
fluorescent vest,
about their duties picking
up rubbish by the road;
sharing his community
service.
 
Dogs joined man in his
original fall.
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Julian O’Dea

Apricity

After five cold nights
and a clouded morning 
the sun is bright.
My son whistles by 
my right ear and birds
by my left. And a woman
walks by with ankles
like music.

 

Julian O’Dea

publication

the poems in the poet’s nest
are baby birds with open mouths
singing high and sweet
hoping to be fed first and best
in supplication for the worm
of publication
Julian O’Dea

Sixty-Three

So you are sixty-three
like me, said the turtle
on the dreaming sand.
And though our
movements are slow,
our salty eyes linger
on the horizon, and we
carry our weight 
toward the endless sea.

 

Julian O’Dea

Puppy Wisdom

His puppy chest is
like a tight, full drum
beaten by his martial
heart as he struts
around his new domain.

So much pomp in such
a tiny pup, teaches man
a lesson: by puffing
his chest and heart out
like a shunting train.

 

Julian O’Dea