14 – tomorrow –

I carried my jars out into the evening, calling my children to get into their

raincoats and come in search of mystery and science. We walked

to the boundary where the town ceased and the floodplains began ssh..

the music changed from car hums to frog song, the last of civilization fell away

no more smells of ground coffee or gardens growing tomatoes and beans,

no more watching politicians, peculating the public purse, .

Just the steam rising creating a wild mist, as we search elbow to elbow, for new life.




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