The first day of
spring.
The prunus,
resplendent, entertains the bees and silver-eyes.
Branches are wed in
impressionistic soft pink.
The magnolia raises
pink chalices to azure sky.
The sweet air binds
like incense.
Frogs at the pond on
the Ridge come out on cue
morse coding positions
and intent:
'Hear me here'
'There you are'
'Bring me your sweetest
gift'
'I have it well primed
and cocked.'
Abbott too is primed and
cocked,
in speedos and cape to
hush the infidel.
Guns by the ton will be
dropped, as aid.
And Putin now is set to
invade
and reminds the West of
the size
and certainty of his
weaponry.
Canberra Hospital will
shoot any smokers
found in its grounds.
They call it expediting
the process.
Guard towers to be
erected,
security stepped up
sensors primed
olfactory
auditory
radar:
a puff will be 'poof!'
in an instant.
