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(It looks like the moon is stuck up a tree, and I’m in the mood for a nice cup of tea – words by ‘Buck 65’ Click here)
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summer rain threatens
moon seeks shelter in a tree
today I sleep-in
The mouth of the river opens wide
Capturing the cool ocean wind
And funnelling it to a gasping city,
Carrying the flavour of salt
And fresh open spaces.
The wind also collects –
Leaves from the cities gardens
Dust from the business of life
Refuse from the excesses of life.
All of this it delivers –
Regardless.
(Nature continues to do her work even as we seem to be trying to destroy her. I found this piece of inspirational art work, made from river refuse, on a walk along the banks of the Brisbane river).
Spheres to hold water
Straight lines to divide
Curves to seduce
Oblongs to decant
Rectangles to bake
Half circles to serve
Triangles to drink from
And squares from which to eat.
Colours to beguile;
And for further purposes –
Gold to capture the eye
Blue to cool the mild
Green to refresh
Brown to give thanks
To the earth
From whence they came,
To scream of the talent
Of the ancient potter.
To enchant us today
In this world of plastic
And disposable products.