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July Poem-a-day 8

21 July 2012

In case you haven’t heard, I’m writing a poem a day. Here is day 8’s poem, using the words bash, holiday, rice, ask, and greed.

Kookaburras are having a holiday
in that fig tree. I’d ask to join
them, but I think it is a private
bash. At the end, they will throw
rice into the air and try to catch it
in their beaks, tossing their heads
and laughing every time they miss.

We listen to the kookaburras
from your bed, our torsos bare
and trembling with each other’s
fingers. My skin is greedy; now
that you have introduced your touch,
it won’t let you stop. It needs more.

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