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17.x.23
4.290
in a tight sky
for the field guide to Australian
clouds
cloud sea
over the desert
rivers run out
and this is our heart
dry as the love we’re to leave
in a tight sky
not anywhere now but up
nor in time but between
I’m gone
foreign clouds crossing
heedless
imagine a bridge among the islands
everything’s there
city of lost socks
kingdoms gone
with their singing
their flags
all otherish noew
and scrawl in
read the titles on a screen
‘chuckles ruefully’
‘dreamy new age music’
things vanish in
ponds of cloud
high harbours
what’s lost when you’ve left
made mist?
some clouds fizzle out
all will be spoken in Elsewhere
into the sea grey
vessel strung
the desert’s gone
and I am
I know it may be a long long time
I know all of this will flower
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