I remember the mist easing into the river valley one damp length of sock loosely draping over a sentience of green like the ground how it cradles each foot when I walk nose out front I am clamped inside thought battles wet-toed and fuzzy headed in a morning only half un-sunk the whip bird cracks urging on the rising sun and grey humps of kangaroos beat down dew drops in the grass later the sky’s twin finds my eye shimmer-wise I'm between the two of them one smooth, the other rippled my own thoughts exacted in puddles of blue
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Sounds like a wonderful walk. I really enjoyed the contemplative mood. And the ending, I read “the sky’s twin” and thought what is this? The last line in the stanza, I realized it was a reflection. The last stanza is perfect.
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I love the grey humps of kangaroos; often see them in our walks along the banks of the Myponga reservoir ; and the whip bird cracks, like a ringmaster, urging on the rising sun —
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