green pineapple spikes
barricade against invaders
until you flower
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APAD2019
tiny star clusters
soft-nested on broad green sky
silent starburst blooms
APAD2019 these red threads
these red threads
once shouted bright
called to bees
we hide the treasure you seek
come search come find
come feast
go carry our load
these red threads
no longer needed
soften and curl
release
fall fall fall
into the day and night
shape themselves
to cracks in the bitumen
like it is they that keep the rocks
from falling apart
APAD2019 Sweet feed
hungry bees burrow
deep into blossom collar
seek buried treasure
Overlooked
he lumbers up behind me
to where I sit
silent watching
his lava breath
singes my hair
flames my ear
he peers over my shoulder
as if he will see what I see
as if he can
I wait
body solid
gaze fixed
breath shallow
and wait for him to leave
APAD Same sound, different light
silent in the day
each footstep and every breath
shouts in the darkness
APAD the next one
snap-dried fuchsia blooms
scorched by single heatwave day
maintain their colour
