as sun leaves the wall spider gets busy sowing sails and vacancies scaled to her prey in hopper legs and fly husks how like this, this is— line on line and beauty bent round purpose like a bonsai cypress framed by chicken wire and how wrapt we are beguiled by gravity stuck, barely able to remember the door
Image: A favourite wall in Wollongong, rear of the Bridgestone Tyres outlet, McCabe Park. A bit of play with forms today (apols to any tanka purists, the syllable count doesn’t work either).
And for music this morning, here’s another piece from favourite US soul guitarist Shuggie Otis, Live in Williamsburg (Brooklyn) from 2014 (Youtube).
Peter Frankis writes 
This is right up there with Jesus on the beach. Brilliant.
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this is beautiful!
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked.
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strange to see the green coming out of a vertical wall. I tried imagining it as flat, like a road, where the sprouts work their way through. Wondering if that makes me a flat-earther? Life will find a way. Nice summery tune (for MI.) Haven’t seen you posting new tanka. On hiatus?
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Thanks Lisa, yes – having a little break – working on some longer bits and the next book – back soon promise.
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