(for dad)
let the water do the work
to find entropy
to smooth things
the dried breakfast cereal
the burnt pots and pans
the bends in rivers
the edges of the land
the mountains
the off leash beaches
the washed-up sea dragons
the unending plasticity
the skins of things
as I dry
the water leaves me
sunken faced
parched and rasping
but where does your water go
and did i breathe in yours
even as you gasped
even as i swabbed your mouth
even as you died
from South Coast Writers Centre(SCWC) 34-37 Degrees South 2022 Anthology
eds Linda Godfrey & Peter Frankis.
Photo – Perry Sandhills & the God Tree. Near the Barka (Darling) River, Wentworth NSW, May 2023

stardust, breath, atoms and interiors
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