Posting to G 3

I recorded finches, rosellas and ferns, but i wanted, most of all, Love’s picture of you, G, to save in a locket, or a cloud

The kookaburra greeting at emerald park lake, that stopped out of reach of my recording, was Life in its coming and going

I came alive in the bush, you were out of reach, G, my elusive happiness, your Beauty could summon the nature gods

Buried ‘neath the 21st century, of you and me, suburban streets, light and shadows, cars and kookaburras, come and go

G, you to keep