Photo: Boranup Forest – a Kari forest (not Wandoo) but stunning tall trees (Australia’s tallest native trees).
Yes
I remember that first time
sitting under the wandoo
looking out over the valley
lapsing into silence for
what seemed an eon
that was half an hour,
then feeling an ending,
I stood and raised my arms
to the canopy
to the sky
and uttered one word
yes.
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“I think the eyes flirt most. There are so many ways to use them.” Anna Held
Yes Never a word in this delicious conversation, your eyes yessed mine with unnerving penetration, without invitation, your corners creased with Persephone's confidence, your gentle assault overrunning my fleeting ambivalence, putting doubt to the sword in deft strokes of sparkle. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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