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Margaret Lindsay Holton
From:   Bush Chord. Spring, 2006.

a gentle gamelan orchestra
     of empty tin cans rattles down the dirt road
     while at the pond at the back
new moon tree frogs bleat and bull frogs burp
a rhyming boo-who pulsing chorus
     sweet-water crickets
lap dance on breeze rustled reeds
     mining heavenly harmonies as
they slither their zithers and play like micro fiddlers
     all care o' lulling that vast musk of sky

fires trail-blaze high on skipping hill tops
     beneath those bedouin stars that promise
     pure perfection
nearer, paper thin flutes flutter below longing lips
     raining rhythms that speed even the slowest of hearts

memory and imagination fuse

but it seems, these days
     these ancient-time future-promises now murmur mute
trapped, as they are
     in billions of bloodless cold corpse computers & boxes

velvet moon voices once hummed and moaned magic
     now sausage fat noon-day fingers
     fake and forge
sunset horizons of begone becomings
     with the 'click of a mouse' : ugh

     can you hear this
whistling a ding sing song?
     my sweetest sweet pea?
because I will
     didgeridoo you
didgeridoo you
     until you
     do do
     do

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