Satellite love

Doobi da boo
my Arabian bear,
o my satellite love,
we will come—we shall go.

When we reconnect,
then we talk about poo:
yeah nothing’s taboo—
not between me and you.

We will blow apart,
autumn leaves in a gust—
but they soon turn together,
fragrant eddies of dust.

When you’re in the deep blue,
know I’m thinking of you,
and you’ll think of me too—
and we’ll know that we’re true.

Photo taken by Catherin J Pascal Dunk at Bondi, Sydney NSW, 2025.