#1811 - by the scruff

 

1811

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15.xii.24

by the scruff

for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

it’s towards day ending

 

streets tend

we with them

struck sudden

by slant of sun

 

shade seeking yet

breeze beholden

 

far fetched

that it should be this world

we have

 

out of this house

a tree

 

so we imagine

the world returned

to former owners

how we could be gone

 

clouds of wing

less than the light

to show

 

I raise a tide

to these lips