Next door's yearling tree

antlers up.

Twin branches tuning-forked

spring-buck from pedicles* bud-spiked

for coming rut;

dipole limbs that end in

intent antennae.

Gentle ribboning of frequencies –

soft lilt of southern waves

fingering beach,

infringes on inverse skyscape;

the sky a-spume with bright side-stepping foam

slip

           -ping, riff

-ing

a tidal pull that rips clouds north.

Atop

             your shed,

black volcanic sand adhered to tin

while underneath

sodden driftwood boards signal dissent,

dark-glowering

at shingle-coloured stones.

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*Antlers grow from an attachment point on the skull called a pedicle.