Lindsay Smith

We stumbled often on the stubble from sunrise until dusk
grabbing fescue sheaves under each arm
standing back to the wind
to thrust the stalk butts into the earth
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the chatter of children
on the morning of Christ's emergence
& a cat scratching at the door
seeking the comfort of flames
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At three weeks we took you out
to Sizzlers to celebrate
& you cried most of the time
so Grandma leaving her dinner
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gliding spontaneously without reason or desire
no thought of being right or anything else
herons skimming over water
signwriters painting a banner
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Lifted up by a slight breeze she spun off
floating away like fine chaff
but he with his feet stuck in the web
dangled upside down for many oblivious nights
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per sepia
a paradozy to acanaemics

up again in the heat of spring
& the grass was parched last summer
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'I am one of those people who let's life wash over me'
an old classmate said that to me after rehearsal
at the Playhouse in the early 60s
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That day the tiny flies that are the native honey bees
licked our skin for salt & it tickled.

So the kids searched for the hive high in a tree
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sun flowers rise elegantly at dawn
saluting the sun
their faces follow our golden orb all day
crossing the fields
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Shoulder Under Arm Put

Breezes Cleanser
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Don't mind the mind,

mine is empty much of the time.
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to a dandy lion
the rosy race no long supreme goes off
so little slight admirings become
polished blackened imagined gladiators
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around these clay creased basins
trees lie white & weathered
alive they roar like surf
& in the hearth crackle
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In 1975 my wife & daughter of 2 years & I went to Mt Hagen, Papua New Guinea. Locals in that area only saw their first European after WW2. We'd met Andrew Kei, in Port Morseby @ the Government accommodation.

We invited Andrew to bring his family for a meal soon after we arrived. He brought his wife & his mother to our place. His wife spoke English but his mother only spoke the local language.
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Sunday mid morning we put some food in the car & were about to leave & my wife reminded me that we were to take the skinny stray puppy with us. Kimbe 1976 on the Island of West New Britain. Our back fence was the jungle & the skinny runt had appeared out of the jungle a few
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In 2002 I was in Paris for a couple of days. My wife & daughter let me loose. They wanted to look at shops & so I left early at dawn to walk around a have a look at that great city.
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