11
green parrots fly
by my side
for a while
before perching
in those tall
chattering trees
and white cockatoos
eat wild red
apples then fly
into the dark clouds
gathering along
those moist amphitheatre mountains.
12
grey still, dead stick trees in a field
green over green over green
black cows, stand black against
orange pink sunset, light
on mushroomed truck
gum tree gum
two birds at flight
autumn blows
jade moon, faint moon
brown bat moths,
bat in the violet horizon
clouds, they are grey
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having found
the largest
red apple upon
that wild green tree,
i am contented
for now,
amongst the chaos
of the immature.
And paradoxically
i slip, for a moment
into my own
trampoline days
of youth.
