again. $3 bags of kanzi and jonathons
are sweating on the change, pumpkins curl round
roadside tables and here a whole parkfull
autumn f*cking leaves (Tumbarumba, NSW)
sonnet
seduced
A Day in Summer
Sea | Flowers
Down in the channel the tide inhales and
seaflowers fixed in the surge and swirling
rush wave frantic at tenant fish tripping. Continue reading
The Grand Spectacular
(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
Melancholy Bay, Flinders Island
A seiche over flat water 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
Peter Frankis writes 