Some Days Being Immortal Seems At Reach Poem by Danny Draper

Some days being immortal
Seems at reach
Walking with you in our town
On holidays day names slipping
Beneath bold strewn skies
Across fig crown doily
Filigree shadows reticulated on pavement
washed in haze towards horizons
Azure leached by aeons
Tired or heat inhaled and let go
Deep ongoing endless breaths
We walk in unison too slow too fast
Releived in the nor'east breeze
Too summer languid to attempt being wind
From gallery glass burrawangs -
Macrozamia communis dance and stay
Ancient patient at stasis dynamic
Lunch is done the view consumed
We trawl the bookshop.


8/1/2015