Snow Gum, Eucalyptus pauciflora. Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park. April 2013.
Go on, I dare you to.
To Friends behind a Frontier, Tomas Transtromer
I wrote so meagrely to you. But what I couldn't write
swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship
and drifted away at last through the night sky.
The letter is now at the censor's. He lights his lamp.
In the glare my words fly up like monkeys on a grille,
rattle it, become still, and bare their teeth.
Read between the lines. We'll meet in 200 years
when the microphones in the hotel's walls are forgotten
and can at last sleep, become trilobites.