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operatic moment
Macao of all ages
ekphrastic for Konstantin Bessmertny’s
‘Praia Grande I/II’
this is my
colour pours out
and another
drum rolls past
a sky has come apart
calligraphy drags
gold as on the Bund
smoke and signs and hearts
sea in our sails
all this past sunk
the island in the boat erupting
pennants and monsters
a gust of hill
teapot afloat
those angels twitch their wings
just a few breaths left of the river to run
sword raised
but the bottle wins
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