a cover

from fragments towards the single man's hut

the temple is out of doors
through the glass gone

just as the sky begins to catch
in power lines
holding the mirror at angles

from fragments towards the single man's hut

can’t see much at first
the bush to be lost in
just there

going out to work the simple kit of colours
and in the paws
this unnatural white
which has to hold the track
bring back
the randomness of all en route
as if there were a rhyme

from fragments towards the single man's hut

in whip bird gully
lantana like a Red Sea parted

from fragments towards the single man's hut

it’s like learning to read
daylight does blue of this
deeper than all others till

cattle square the sunning
flow as bid by fences, gates