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in the sorry wood we thought
we had something to say to each other
but the bushes the brambles the rocks stones boulders
the scent of the bug riddled earth faint petrichor
lichen moss the crowding trees leaves bark
the fungi the marsupial nicks in near silence
the spiders, I have never heard a spider
nor an ant though flighted insects sometimes
rub my eardrums like micro mallets
cymbal rolls up down they pass
so quickly I forget
oh, and sometimes grey cloud sky above
and sudden silent shafts of sun
your breathing everywhere I went and then
your birdsong pierced my heart