Kurrawong

Now at dusk, heart slowing with torporous blood
As time pulls, stills, steps backward
Turns inside out
A trick of light.
Air turns beat black wing lifts in flight
And oh the sweet call Kurrawong
Carolling deep
Sweet as lost time
Her spiralling
In and down draws breath
Pulling in –
My world folds
Trees tilt, earth lifts
Plants twine down
To the dawn earth and water
Exhales in pure light
Ecstasy of flight

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