something in a drawer

like something i’ve put in the small drawer
of a dresser
(slid the drawer in while i was unawares) –

and now cannot find
nor know what it was –

like something that a tribe
buried in the land

and then the farming folk
(generations later)
made plots and grazed sheep
changing it all –

something i want to get back to
like last summer
when sulphur crested cockatoos
screeched garrulously
at the window in full flight –

or years ago when lorikeets
flocked cacophonous
to a dead tree at dusk –

until they cut it down
for fear it would fall –

or like eros making a flying intervention
dramatic but needed –

something about dark sleep in that drawer
a sadness each day that i can’t get to

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