Myalup
one day working
the frets
i discovered the song
and I played
it over and over
hoping she would
hear it in her distant
land where she
had sea and beach
long bush tracks
and a bike for
the lake’s perimeter
i dream that she
will hear it
still on an evening
sky and a darkly
hidden verandah
breathing my fingers’
lilting on my buzzing
sunburst axe and
love’s discordant harmony
Copyright © Alistair Bain | Year Posted 2011
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