Saturday, August 17, 2013


I only have to think of them and they turn 
up  Like this morning pondering Churchill’s 
black dogs at the kitchen sink They pass 
overhead   then   I imagine  over the scented 
fig tree across to the pines and down the 
paddock to the broad eucalypt  Such a list of 
woes but still the call of the raven cheers me

© Lizz Murphy

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