Bora born

A place such as this _

The crisp night air moves about this place in a
push pull fantasy fresh on dry showered skin.
It's eleven degrees, the still air dry as
the blood rush akin to a sweat clothed body pumped
from a long walk, warm flushed by a cold shower.

Yesterday's mizzle road tricked up by months of
april showers breaks out into spring sunshine.
The usual crowd of boss peacocks, currawongs
and guinea fowl polka dot dressed alarm clocks
routine up presets of tone for this new day.

Mellow warbled currawong calls let you know
they're ready for a free feed, now who's the boss.
The coffee aroma signals food, he's up
and about for an early start, the sounds of 4
BH settled in classic rock does the rest.

It's a day full of meaning, work to be done
on a dome skinned inside out pressed by design.
This cyclone shelter on a tank stand sometimes
massage room come spa bath, blends a sacred space
revealed within mind, but hey! it's father's day.





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© 10th sep 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel




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