Our back yard

by
J V Birch

From here, alive in afternoon sun,

honeyeaters guzzle pink flowers.

My hands are ageing without me.

How hard it’s become to remain.


Honeyeaters guzzle pink flowers

that gift themselves anew each day.

How hard it has become. To remain,

a knot inside is being released.


We gift ourselves to each new day

for life without loss is no life at all.

Inside, a knot is being released

as rainbow lorikeets split the blue.


Life without loss is no life at all,

my hands have aged without me.

Rainbow lorikeets split the blue

from here, alive in afternoon sun.

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