last night's stormtrapped up
in aloe vera grooves
solitude gathering
a falling branch
startles me
alone again
by the waterfall
my bladder expands
tired of bamboo gazing
I look to the pond--
bamboo reflection
gathering moss
a nearby waterfall
beckons
walking from bench to bench
towards the pond
my ass gets moist
each gust of the waterfall
drowning out
the aeroplane's roar
how pleasant to see
flowers evolving
into butterflies
parrot flowers
we have met before
on my lawn
lone spider
guards the footpath--
no entry
thatched roof
creeping closer
to the doodia candata
heart jumping
oh wait it's not a spider
but a dangling leaf
rustling leaves
the darkening path
goes on and on
lizard stalks a moth
then I follow
trees
native violet
each cry of the cormorant
you bob your head
fossil logs
how many passing clouds
have you seen?
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