Sally

is learning the

language of flowers

by rooting about

their

roots

loosening up

their common names

so they

tumble

easily from her

tongue

Amongst the

bracken

and the fungi

Sally forgoes

Latin for

descriptive

Dipodium roseum

becomes the

the dotted

Rosy Hyacinth

Daviesia latifolia

Hop Bitter-pea

with sprays of

yellow-orange glory

Before the creek

it was birds

classical history

at university

nothing

about native

plants

now the names

fall like running

water

over granites

Manna gums

lomandras

banksias

all the species

she's planted

over time

Some titles

come quicker

if propagated

Correa:

white

green

Wattle:

black

sweet

hedge

others stem

from an ongoing

hatred

a sweeping veil of

Bridal creeper

trees clothed

in capes of ivy

invasive grasses

between the Weeping

and the Wallaby

After 30 years

Sally knows

where the

Saw Sedge

grows

the ways the

Angled Onion

spreads its bulbs

when the

Sundew buds

still

her mind

is gully mud

absorbing

facts on

Wandering Trad

and

Knobby Club

divulging

knowledge

to anyone who'll

indulge her

On Senior's walks

she talks in bursts

under an October

sun the flora

names are fun

and she has a

knack for humour

so people will

remember what

they saw

up and down

the track

here

a hint at the

hallucinogenic

there

sprigs for a

gin and tonic

a Hop Goodenia

once used for beer

then perhaps

like her

others will get their eye in

but that's purely

her surmising

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The Language of

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