Bora born
Being human _
Thunderheads on the tablelands pull curtains
down on cairns town's late afternoon boardwalk spread
a false twilight gathers pace; it's five o'clock.
Johnno treats out hendrix blues by the lagoon's
shallow end, feel the mood sync inside dreamtime.
People train tourists from china's nether worlds
catch the beat, “Johnny be good” now flying through
the air, women break to group dance guitar licks.
Shared smiles caught in the moment, body rhythms
lose themselves in each other's raw magic bling.
Strangers talk as old friends, music connects in
a language driven by ageless song, creatures
once bathed in firelight, eden's treasure refined.
Shine a light people eye, lose yourself inside
the dream no iZone screen could ever design.
- O -
© 22nd nov 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
down on cairns town's late afternoon boardwalk spread
a false twilight gathers pace; it's five o'clock.
Johnno treats out hendrix blues by the lagoon's
shallow end, feel the mood sync inside dreamtime.
People train tourists from china's nether worlds
catch the beat, “Johnny be good” now flying through
the air, women break to group dance guitar licks.
Shared smiles caught in the moment, body rhythms
lose themselves in each other's raw magic bling.
Strangers talk as old friends, music connects in
a language driven by ageless song, creatures
once bathed in firelight, eden's treasure refined.
Shine a light people eye, lose yourself inside
the dream no iZone screen could ever design.
- O -
© 22nd nov 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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