Oak Trees and Gum Trees

By | 1 September 2024

modest conversations with
interruptions
static
broken sentences
and silence

I ask her to read to me
100 poems
by 100 poets
she does
while tying crystals to my ankles

I sink

like a ghostly shipwreck
settled on the ocean floor

slowly running out of breath

she lies with me
amongst the shells, Bream jaw bones and coral

similar but
different
oak trees and ghost gums
northeast and southeast

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