Through leaves
the flicker
of birds in flight
Ring
around a ragged moon
broken cloud
Almost touching their reflections
ducks arrow
the lakes length
One stone so many ripples
Wind blown leaves
my thought
become words
The random roll
of a plastic cup
down an empty street
An old rock
in the water
trailing bubbles
The trees
laughing
kookaburras
The mountains within
the hardest
to climb
Each fragile flower
ready to ride
the breeze
Jutting rocky outcrops all tumbledown too
Never knowing
where I'll land
I leap
Backlit
your eyes
beautiful
All
a sparrows life
a hawks' lunch
Reason my rock
washed loose
and rolling
Tree by tree
dissolves...
drifting rain
What wreckage this
washing up against
rocky reality
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