(on receiving my new glasses in the mail this last Thursday)
Gently placed by transient seraphim
the focus snaps and pops – the citrus grove, Continue reading
sonnet
Melancholy Bay, Flinders Island
A seiche over the flat water
the sky harsh and on the horizon Continue reading
Sonnet 18 with black holes.
Sonnet – a different blue
Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
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still Sunday morning
waking with the self (still)
an unanswered alarm raucous
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Change
The old men talk about Skopje at the pool where
I do my twenty. Drum-tight bellies becoming boulders.
Swim? Never, but they can’t wait to get their gear off and recline
– bronzed Aristotle and pupil – on the warm cement. Continue reading
on this particular rain
that so tentative ticked on my roof last night
wouldn’t rouse any but a sleeper on a promise Continue reading
