One of those mornings


[An older poem of mine. We get a lot of mists in Bundanoon. Or used to.]

One of those mornings

it’s one of those mornings
when you need heaps of paper
to wipe your crack

your black dog mother rings
to say she had a nightmare
of her house burning

you discover a duck
has spent the fox-freeze night
outside the cage

the mists roll in and clog
the chainsaws of the blokes
putting up the new fences

for those three sheep left
bleating their hunger over
the bare-bummed east paddock

next week when they cut out
your gallstone you’ll have it
mounted, wear it with pride

~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on October 13, 2013.

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