“These are strange
said the otter to the whale, “and I’m not sure how I feel.”
But the whale just sank out of sight
into the navy blue sea.
“These are strange days” sang the kurrajong
“because here it is summer
and still I’m not gone.”
Sitting under a pinpricked sky
As the birds fly as usual,
never noticing that the bark on the trees has turned from brown
Having been AWOL for a while, here’s a fitting poem to return upon. What have I missed since I’ve been gone? Who have written amazing poems that I should catch up on?