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into
the blue
for wise
surprise
or the blank, if preferred
and beside yourself
that’s ever up
up with a wish
come cloudless
imagine a place where nothing is known
guess forth
you’ll still hear the news
the leafblower
still entertain the just-what’s-there
have not a thought in mind
but here we are
and breathe
make it a seadeep too
tell it on
think of a well
and you’ll fall
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name
the place and it’s gone
ekphrastic
for Arthur Streeton’s ‘from my camp’ (Sirius Cove)
a clock slips by
fata
morgana our city is
this stone and the salt wash
light of such an afternoon
smoke becomes a cloud
gulls float
loose lines could be a boat
there’s no one close to depict
a ship here once upon a time
name water after it
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Spring!
who’ll
sing first to wake the sun?
rouse flower?
who
rises to occasion this?
Spring!
and
the colours come
air
blossoms
least
of bees belonging
socks
up, boots on
who
beckons from doors?
first
task to untrouble
tendril
and twig
as
if mind expanding
and
out
see
up to a treetop tussle
Spring
and rude thoughts
a
path green through grass
moss
with mist
go
on for a woods day deep
Spring,
dear friend among our seasons
called
from far
as
unknown heretofore
our
very own
bright
spread
and
mourn those past
Spring!
somebody
lands on me
how
many legs will you have?
and
a wing? I see right through
Spring!
pretty
dead things to profit all
shadows,
echoes and reflections
Spring!
ducks
landing
and
they’ll take off too
all
as if from nowhere
headed
that way
Spring!
and
we’re home safe now
there’s
no one here to thank, to blame
it’s
just the turning of one world
all
that to which we’ve survived
like
a warm zephyr with which one is swept
who
will call me to a name?
that
is not a thing required
no,
we must honour it!
who’ll
raise a sun to sing?
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in
the aftertime
you’ll
tune for someone’s last signal
play
the old discs where still indoors
and toxic out
as
if it were all that was held in the air
all that the air could hold
return
to our dust, thumb pages
yes,
there’s what’s to it?
and it glows
will
it be a matter of waiting
after
the terrors and still
a
world of unburied bones
we
all did this
who
said no?
walk
in
who’s
to know where we’ve gone?
word
still keeps under a stone
and
sometimes there’s nothing there
no one
twig
in boot, go on
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a
window for the moon
a
world too fast
a
door to bring from the sun
precious
least
I
will be discovered late in the piece
hide
all the facts I can
a
room with all those facts till forever
here
in a far reach of winter
go
wrong and keep going
spend
a few days out of my head
then
there’s some bounce to the tune
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jasmine time
grey touch of
sky
wings and leafstrew
songs of a
thicket
breathe on
melodious nose
who won’t
flower next?
who won’t
unfurl?
green
in the
remembrance of rain
you forget
yourself to be here
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AI
every crisis
a distraction from another
it will hardly
matter whether there’s a climate
if there’s no
life to participate
but that’s not
quite right, is it?
life’s what made what we call air
still, other
totally lifeless worlds
have got
themselves plenty of weather
how long’s that
storm been going on Jupiter?
and Venus! –
hot fog
you wouldn’t
see your hand in front of you
… no problem
there
it would have
melted away before you could look
that’s just the
local neighbourhood
but back to this
world …
just as we
speak
and won’t you
just look who’s in charge here now
thing we’ve
invented called money
what they do
with it
they say for
the sake of safety
humans must
remain in control
let’s ask the
other creatures how that’s been for them
they say humans
must remain in control
I say that’s
setting bar pretty low
