Pines
we
walked the driveway of soundless pines
together its deep emerald needles
deeper than
midday it is here you care about me
even
though gone I interpret you
signals a rock a
tree
a house a sky you move towards
me do
your little things you care about me even
without you caring here
you introduce us to
property boundaries open the gate
it allows
us
to pass through I shut it thank-you
as if
it were relieved to return its
origin of stillness
of being gate or connecting the
paddocks or
fencelines or keeping animals safe he
closes me
as he
comes through he closes my life
fences
hiss either side with static silent
bush that is
what fences do they survey paddocks
encompassing our childhood my children
where
they
grow by this house moving towards
it
away from it they create tracks
like cattle
moving off through scrub to waterhole
fence to
cow cow to earth earth to wind windmill
rotates
them
ruffles an emotionless world scarecrow
off highways by our trees water
trough by
bathtub paddock dead beetle in water
swim
now dam it swim breathe gates
are linked into
arms
more fences electric fences they stretch
down big slopes windy days clouds
that swim
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