Bull's Roar

Across the bottom paddock a bull’s roar floods.
We are taken, this night, into places
where things unseen are seen
and things unspoken are spoken.

The fragility of love is not for grasping
or holding tight. We must
lightly but surely touch this otherness
becoming no-one but one.

The moon will not watch in its un-selfing.
Nor the assurances given be of account.

Bull's Roar

Keith Russell

Newcastle, Australia

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