RESTLESS

Posted bycolinhopkirkPosted inUncategorized 
belonging to the bush
means wider skies
thorn trees
hills that change colour
clear air
a billion stars
puff-adders
and bolting horses
shooting brakes
on dirt roads
verandas
and tin roofs
pinging with heat
rattling in the rains

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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