IT IS STILL A BIRD’S PICNIC!

THE OCEAN TRIFECTA ~ ONE CHOIR LINES UP
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By Tony Searl

“Away from the House”

My back yard 

footprints skip hop jump

past azaleas and macadamia’s 

Cactus stalks and rustling 

alive blue tongued 

leaves

into deep eucalyptus green. 

The steps belong 

to an urban oasis, 

bits and pieces of me

left in them returning 

richly to mulch 

A warm composting soil,

A cool shaded towering tree, 

A paling fence, a football opera, 

the way my sparkling bottle reflects 

on our rolling Wanda beach. 

My body my soul my heart 

loses itself in grains of grassy 

Fresh cut simple sand.

My body 

is this back yard, 

My Operatic house,

collapsing, colliding summer cicadas 

Colluding into shifting 

Melodies of eternal 

seasons.

I am 

following my own 

footprints,

intent as a Pepi hound

Loyal By my side, 

moving, moving, stealth, 

away from the house.

Towards this daily 

bliss. 

 

From cicada Summer 1969.