Words and sounds are passed through slim spear leaves
an arboreal breath that flits from bough to branch
well well well.
First to hear are lofted sage-like gums
that lean aside to listen in slow and studious bend.
Are you really really sure?
ask curious haughty ferns having bristled to return a bow
they shake their tangled fronds in considered revelation
what? what?
the laden Banksia breathes and topples nibbled combs
the crumbs of which vibrate and spin more news.
Yes yes yes affirm the tumbling Wattle twigs
and so the story passes on.
Amidst, the raucous Keets and naughty Too’s
dash in an out to claim their place
like urchins under dappled washday sheets
which crackle as the next words come.
© Graham Sherwood 2008 Australia
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