Morning
musked eyeballs - the cadence of a poor night's sleep I shower, relieved to see night unbending, the hot rush of pink across my skin and the way the water tickles my ears A heroic sun finds footing between black-busted hills to be picked through by bare-armed trees and a caveat of clouds in fine print Kookaburras in chaotic chortle combat currawongs' whistle and peep Noon light thrums allegro, vibrato cicadas and children squat, concocting glutinous mud, the shlurp of it cold boiled eggs mashed to fluff my heavy eyelids still, the rooster crows Evening Kombucha on the verandah, with the snick and growl of dogs at play the smoke from a sausage fire milkily dissipates but not the mozzies
Out of the Cave 
I love the ludic quality of your verse; reminds me a little of ‘Under Milk Wood’ 🙂
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Thank you! I had to look up ludic. 🙂.
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he likes to taunt us like this….makes him feel learned….
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You paint a vivid picture of a pleasant day in Australia. I particularly liked the morning images.
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Thank you.
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Kookaburras in
chaotic chortle
combat currawongs’
whistle and peep
a nice collection of words here…..
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