For maybe twenty minutes we sat together, one on one, as if staring back or forward into prehistory. LES MURRAY

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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1 KINGFISHER

“All of us have our wires crossed and crisscrossed so many times it’s impossible to untangle the mess. It really does seem like the entire human race might as well be conversing with hand gestures and grunts, for all the success we’re having.”

― Jody Gehrman, Babe in Boyland

HIGH-SPEED BIRD
At full tilt, air gleamed –
and a window-struck kingfisher,
snatched up, lay on my palm
still beating faintly.

Slowly, a tincture
of whatever consciousness is
infused its tremor, and
ram beak wide as scissors

all hurt loganberry inside,
it crept over my knuckle
and took my outstretched finger
in its wire foot-rings.

Cobalt wings, shutting on beige
body. Gold under-eye whiskers,
beak closing in recovery
it faced outward from me.

For maybe twenty minutes
we sat together, one on one,
as if staring back or
forward into prehistory.

© 2010, Les Murray
From: Taller When Prone
Publisher: Black Inc., Melbourne…

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