David Brooks

(12 January 1953 - / Canberra / Australia)

The Lyrebird - Poem by David Brooks

Early
on the way to a meeting at Batemans
I glimpse a lyrebird
on the edge of the Mt Agony road
gone as soon as I notice it

I slow down
and look at the place where it entered
but there is nothing,
the bird
become dry branch, scrub-
shadow.

Later
writing this down
I wonder what part of the self it is
hides amongst language

– looking at
these words, this
page,
trying to find where I entered.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012



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