with Kathryn Ross
rocks sing
your corroboree
the pound of feet
on sand
a hand that touched
embedded shells
black with middens
charcoal
buried bones
beneath the marching out
of time
in a place remembered
by birds and trees
and fragments of song
listed in breezes
and whispered in grasses
and brushed
by the handprint of tides
Written with Kathryn Ross
© Kathryn Ross & Brendan Bonsack
November 2014