27 June 2005

that's nature
for you —
by a whip-bird,
bitten and blotched
by all
the different bugs
and nanobac
that we find
inside the hut,
the weekender,
the cabin
in the haven.
the shady
scenic-route lookout
marks the place
that feeds vertigo
that induces insomnia,
lie counting
the bouncy
screenmate sheep
all night,
the wheely bin
full of sticks
and plastic curtain rings.

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About Pam Brown

Pam Brown is a Sydney poet living on unceded Gadigal land. Her most recent book of poems is click here for what we do (Vagabond Press, 2018).

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