Poems of Barrina South

Cockatoos my eyes caress his limbs diaphanous droplets glisten like a crown on the canopy I press against the cool bark from the valley floor whee-la whee-la whee-la a mournful cry that has circled all day bringing more makarra some land heavy loosen the jewels that shower down onto the nape of my neck others crack pinecones a glimpse of a yellow blush cheek I eavesdrop on clicks and chatter envious of their gentle allopreening as they leave believing I can touch their sombre underbellies reach out I am home…

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