Writing Words Near Making Paper


During "routine" old-growth harvest
in the adjacent Florentine Forest
radio says a giant is found.

That's today
when I shuffle rain & sun to climb
the highest peak.
I am mocked by the tantara of crows
whose eyes can eat all they need.

That eucalypt has a 19m diameter.
You see your dinners differently
this close to the abattoir.
Down below our little road
is "busy" with the find.
Great Hydro turbines hum in the armpits of hills.
Somehow fragile & ravenous
(filigree of extraordinary)
we put aside our busy-ness
to be politely interested
in a surrounded world.  
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