K1: Yellomundee
By Evelyn Araluen
Published 19 June 2023
Beyond your stage
the audience murmur
men and women weep
and silk their skin bare,
for here and gone and taken.
Held by mostly mountains now
you wear crowns
of returning eucalypt:
I can’t see your lashes
but feel them still soft
like that skin they try to skin
to wear you with words
and all them names they reason
and rub out.
All this might be lonely
unmarked and highwayside
but then the stars come here
to shine the shape of song
and hear you say
it’s nice
to have someone
to talk to.