A photo and a Poem, Forms of recruitment, 11 Feb

Our garden

The young Lilly Pilly shining with summer flush
is being blown around by a wind from nowhere
harvesting crystals. I want to video the performance

but I took its portrait not ten minutes ago, am
now using threads of letters, a fistful of words
indebted to the past – unenviable choices.


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