#823 - Nobby's

 

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Nobby’s

 

mud river in the afterflood

 

a swell and clear

the head out here

 

it has its own horizon

like a finger in the drink

or gull’s wing trick in thunder

 

someone cycled up

some jog

most dawdle

 

it is as edifice laid low

or some may say volcano

of convict remembrance

so pictured long since

 

one was swallowed in their own tattoo

 

and once a seal swam into the poem

winter – antarctic mood

 

a hover off

in latter days I’ll mind this

inside

having had the sea to heart

 

the city points beyond itself

 

the flatness is action that was

 

here passes all that coal

no one can breathe

and keeps the stars nights so dim

 

certain places (and this is one)

a world breath

sea say so