Winding west
on Wootton Way,
we’re seeking
The Grandis.
Microbirds shoot
across the tar
and crows call
for roadkill.
In misty dips where
vines grope
toward the line and
moss
hugs the shoulder,
palms play it cool.
We enter the grove
of flooded gum
with its pale green
telegraph-pole trunks
but at Stoney Creek Road
the way’s closed
to us.
Photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk
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A very lush poem!
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Thanks Nolcha! It was done with a different method…notetaking until I felt carsick and stopped! We actually reached our destination by a different route, outside the scope of this piece
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It’s a beautifully evocative piece
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Thank you Jess xo
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It’s my longest in a while
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Audio added!
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