Pool study with towel rumpled by wind.

Pool Study with towel rumpled by the wind.
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Original verse by the artist bearing almost no relation to the painting.
Weekend in Glenlyon, Central Victoria.
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The road is empty
The breeze is chilled
The Magpie warbles, such pleasure
The silence filled
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The reservoir flood way
It's voice loud and shrill
Cascades out of a pipe
The river now a channel
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Cyprus hedges
The gorse advances
Two parrots screech with pure joy
Take their chances
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I'm in the Wombat Forest now
Above me a canopy of green
Pee on the grass, talk to a tree
No one to be seen
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Ambivalence
The weather can't make up its mind
Spit, sprinkle or be warm
Adventures, explore, to find.
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The weather is moody
How is it oriented
Will it be Balmy
It seems happy being disoriented.
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An open fire burns in the hearth
The brekky and lunch crowd enjoy quiet talk
A Ruben toasted beef with mustard
Eaten with knife and fork.
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The sky a grey smudge
A magenta grape vine
Wall a cerulean blue
Brekky tipple and wine.
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Balmy or moody
A smudge that is grey
Straight or disoriented
A perfect night and day.
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Cycling endorphins
Viagra afterglow
So much to process
Grey smudge, fire in the hearth, magenta, cerulean, now in a photo.

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Original verse by Edmund West and Liz.
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A sensuous scratch.
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Do you have a spirit, a soul, a voice.
Whisper in the wind, a quiet rejoice.
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Burnt siena, ochres, tonal grays
Olive eucalyptus the afternoon haze.
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Pee on a tree, a jaggedy dark patch
Blonde summer grass, a sensuous scratch.
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The gate is open just a chink
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The gate is open just a chink
Should I go through, what do you think?
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I'm going out the door
In search of a why and wherefore
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Do you see the land of promise
Or has it been taken from us.
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Talk in real life
Either way there can be strife.
Talking in real life can be difficult. Lean on a gate,
It will be great.
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Splash in the sea,
Wait and see.
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The beach is deserted
Except for some kelp
We walk in the shallows
I give a joyous yelp
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A ray shoots under my foot
Gone in a blink
A split second shadow
No need to think
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All is shimmers.
The waves flat and languid
Breakers unfinished
Don't care if I'm stupid