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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Thistles

I tripped over the line
only to find myself

back on time.
thistles are

a plant of plenty
where

dogs and walkers
wander, growing

peacefully in
gentle spring shine. 

we are expecting
rain so we bring in

our washing. 
thistles expect nothing.

someday
together we will 

curl into earth 
dry and aflame.

3 comments:

ashleycapes said...

Hi Andrew, love Thistles, its spareness, it's form and the sombre ending - "dry and aflame"

FCBussey said...

Hi Andrew - Francesca here, Vic & Marj Bussey's daughter. Beautiful poem. Dad would love to get in touch - any way of contacting you?

Andrew said...

Francesca! Great to hear from you. I can be contacted at burkeandre(at)gmail(dot)com I'd be very happy to hear from VicVic And excited to find yr thesis on the Net. I'd like to hear about yr life too - I have escaped academia at last and am now retired, living in the backblocks of NSW. Cheers!