will only say that your your hint re sunbaths
has saved meh many a day’s illness

B. O’D.

i shall take sunbaths & eat stone fruit from the goulburn valley

reading your lines again my beloved my only one my sun for you

i shall compose letters lines verses song cycles people will eat

oranges & know that you & i are one oh my mouth full of pips

I shall spit out words & watch them there in the grass speckled

& wet & the galahs will circle above us wheeling & shrieking all

through the evening’s long denouement pray they can hear us in

our nests of wisdom squawking in our new language each breath

a southerly change or a billowing tent of dust in cathedrals we

shall linger together preach at coat-tails of strangers bellow

at believers & those they call ‘godless’ in glades of deception

for ours is a new world master a world made of people not

based on colour unless it be the colour of rivers & blood still

in veins or of the sand in glass or the wind through grass & if

cancer has a colour let us eradicate it from our rainbow we’ll

make new sounds spoken by leaves that people can actually read

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