Other Echoes

Meteor Player

Seek

We drive to the mountains -

who slumber silently beside (our back yard)

suburbia - to sit and watch

this sunset wash over us.

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We climb passed tree roots

worn smooth

by the tread of other travelers’ shoes.

kicking stones and dry dirt

cracked tree bones.

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We stop

to sit atop the ancient encircled slopes

and stare

down at our electric steal-street-light-staples

symbols standing to signify

something.

Perhaps, scraps of certainty

as a security

against the abstract outside.

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As the bright body descends

over the world’s end

these street lights catch

our eyes as they match

the Sunset’s orange scent.

And the Stars, who they imitate,

start to sing above us

until the choir is a chorus

enchanting the now cold

Autumn Earth into dusk.

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All the time, with my eyes half on the

enamel beetle cars who crawl not so far

along lanes littered with lights,

and the other half, my eyes on the horizon,

‘If we’re always looking at the sky,

how can we see what it is we’re standing on?’

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and I sigh: The sky line is not a straight line.

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Why, I say to my sister,

must we as a society sleep through this?

Why can’t we see the truth of it?

So beautiful that we cannot speak,

what else could this city seek?

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The hills spill secrets when the cool wind

brings whispers with it,

they come,

crawling down trees and

wriggling out of the ground

life is not a dialectical arrangement

between work, recreation, wife

between money, education, life

it’s a seething,

spectacle that we’re born into engagement with.

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How can we sleep through this?

Why can’t we see the truth of it?

So beautiful that we cannot speak,

what else could this city seek?

AmoresPerros (film ) Like water for chocolate (Laura Esquivel)

econogamy

Don’t wait

Make.

Putting the Wise in WHY.

Or vice versa.

All the pretty boys

?

Ah.

CANBERRA!

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Marylin ManRanSon