Saturday, 6 October 2012

189. The Answers

Sometimes I think
if I stare out at cloudless sky long enough
and let the wind make waves in my hair
the trees will whisper their wisdom:
why the miner bird only has one working leg,
where the goanna goes when he's gone,
and all the little questions I'm overlooking,
because I haven't stopped to look close enough.

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