Kingsbrae 9.2
9 June 2017
AWOL
Two days ago,
earthworms squirmed wet
through pock-marked puddles.
Yesterday,
they lay shriveled,
dried out and dying
on the sun-warmed drive.
Today,
grey skies greet us.
The sun has gone on walkabout.
Absent without leave,
he has abandoned us again
and left our world
shivering in the shadows.
Will all those dead worms
come back to life
and squirm through the puddles
forecast for tonight?
Tomorrow,
who knows what will happen?
Rivers and seas continue to rise,
water threatens to drown the land,
and we dream of the second coming:
Noah and his spaceship Ark.
I love the walkabout!
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One o my favorite Aussie sayings “going on walkabout” … just wandering no destination. Flaner in French has a similar meaning. Flaner entre les bouquinistes.
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