Lawrence Hall
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Our Vines Have
Tender Marsupials
In summer the ‘possums come seeking my garden
In grey winter they come seeking dog food
Tonight they cling high up in the bare vines
Hiding from the dachshunds snuffling below
All the animals’ eyes stare back at the flashlight
Unsure of their duties in the misty rain
Whether to climb, to move, to bark, to hiss
And so we all pause to ponder the mysteries
Fear, hunger, confusion, artificial light –
Pretty much metaphors for the covid time
(The title is a play on Our Vines Have Tender
Grapes, MGM, 1945)
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