wintry night —
streetlights overlap
shapes of me
June 2013
all at sea
a lone pigeon maps
the way home
listen!
the sound of grapes
being crushed
swaying reed —
the flutemaker reads
a closed book
after dusk
in a muskrat's wake
primal slime
dawn breaks out
in tongues of fire . . .
frosted earth
breathless dawn —
a mosaic of leaves
lighten up
late spring . . .
a bull snuffs out
the flowers
winter storm —
the sound of one colour
blowing still
icy veins . . .
the wind parts a way
to the deep north
the wind darkens
within my listening —
longest night
polar storm . . .
a taste of darkness
without end
on the living
and on the newly dead —
wintry rain
stormy night . . .
rain sounds flay me
bit by bit
bitter wind . . .
the suburban totems
leafless at last
livid sky . . .
a river narrows
inwards
all day rain . . .
darkness now soaks me
to the skin
winter rain!
is this the rhythm
of a death poem?
how absurd!
a pukeko alone
voices it
in silence
in the gap between breaths
. . . a fantail
a parson bird sings
in both the present
and the past . . .
funeral vigil . . .
eternity yawns between
each 'Hail Mary'
prism break . . .
red white and blue leaks
through the cracks
blowing itself over the sea,
there's no place for winter wind
to go back
greyscale dawn . . .
the yesterday forgotten
again today
the wet dreams
that fall from wind-torn leaves —
a young night
lengthening shadows . . .
an undertaker moves
under a plantain
autumn coda . . .
a reverie of paw prints
across her briefs
misty rain —
a branch dripfeeds
my ears
just out of reach
the delirium of
the ordinary
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