Type
Poetry

Things fall away

 

the moment a tree

consoles with its rooted

 

stem that

stands and asserts what

you also bear

 

toward

the coherence of earth.

A mutual ken

 

crosses species      between

things that travel

and things that stay

 

in place. Leaves

give wind

its multiple voice

 

as they shift

your long recollection

of a soul’s green

 

night. You are again

a girl. Skip

Skip

 

Skip the tor

on the pavement.                 Hop

Hop

 

Hop over chalked

lines. You retreat

from old need.

 

A dog rests

     her head in your

     lap. A magpie

 

seems to know

how you feel

about song.

 

 

 

 
 

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Anne Elvey is author of White on White (Cordite Books 2018), Kin (FIP 2014) and, with Massimo D’Arcangelo and Helen Moore, co-author of Intatto-Intact (La Vita Felice 2017). She is editor of hope for whole: poets speak up to Adani (Rosslyn Avenue Productions 2018), and managing editor of Plumwood Mountain.

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