RIDING THE PONY TO THE CEMETERY

 

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THE PATH TO CASUARINA AVE

LONG AND DISTURBED NIGHT AGAIN leading to another day in bed. Just staying in witness mode and not freaking out. Later in the day, the Girls came to visit , bringing me excellent food from the GREENGROCER in town. We fed ducks and laughed. I spoke with my Lad who is ill with a cold and so far away. I have had a bit of nose bleeding and abdominal pain – no matter.

On dusk, I took a Pony Ride up the street to the cemetery and I think I will be able to take myself all the way to Red Gum.

I also waited for the Supermoon. I am facing in the opposite direction to the places I have lived in for a long time.  It means the Moon is hidden behind the ridge till it is truly risen – not like the Lagoon at Urunga.

Eventually, I got some blurry pics which I actually like. Another day done.

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THE CEMETERY AT THE TOP OF THE HILL
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THE DUCKS IN OUR BACK YARD
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FROM LYON STREET BELLINGEN

 

AH GRIEF BY DENISE LEVERTOV

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider
my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.

Denise Levertov

Day begins after a very disturbed night.