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the
spectacle
the sky that was always there comes on
no one has ever seen this before
it is opening, ever opening
it’s only the eyes of wonder for life
it’s as has been guessed where none ever know
we are sudden with the worlds
they’re coming, we’re back there
great joy, touch lightly
you have to be falling to be caught
you’ll need to jump to land
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hung
out to dry
ekphrastic
for Egami Shigeo’s 1931 ‘garden at my cousin’s house’
a bench and a sun
so the shadow falls
fern to centre
yukata strung like another day’s ghosts
it’s green water still
the roof must leak fortuitously
nothing stirs now
leaves are raised
and the leaves traipse down
stone on a plinth to revere
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as
ever if a bridge to cross
Gore
Cove Track Series
running through the sun as it were
at pace
and to middle the day
with a high up
hear it!
that’s the weather
beat of sun walking into the heat
bounce of the track
compass of eye
creekshine where
what was it I meant to say?
perhaps we are gone to be
in a season of the flying ants
in a bogon moth rare year
there’s someone shouting over the day
one note over and over again
call
it summer now
the
headful of light
it’s
only the odd thought falls to us here
my
page as blank as a leaf
you
could catch a stillness here
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you’ll
be sorry
ekphrastic
for John Molvig’s 1956 ‘Bride and Groom’
to
speke of wo that is in mariage
– Chaucer’s Wife of Bath
it’s just this one day dress up
arrive in this armour
it’s with the broad brush
made indistinct
never been in a suit
this is first white formal hire
and what’s a mouth for?
who’ll say?
these are the eyes of doubt
here’s a moment
tin cans tied on
shhh... slips away
I do I do I did I won’t
chartreuse suburban
a world of blur
hands of corpses these are
just touch and I’ll be true
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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?
