The heat reclaims the rain for the air.
Water departs every blade, petal, leaf
to become lucid particles again. Continue reading
melancholy
in the back that shines
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…………………..and lays the change in my hand
counting the notes………………………..the coins Continue reading
The Greenland shark
The old mandarin’s in fruit again. Green nuggets mostly but some are already turning.
The girl is pegging towels into the pull and slap of the Southerly. The wind has dried her hair into a russet frizz. ‘Look at me,’ she says turning her head from side to side, laughing. Continue reading
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