tui —
i hear half
its song
January 2014
southern cross —
these arms weighed down
with night
with the sea
the rockpool of friends
from my hands
twilight dusk —
the bruises of life
less livid
all innocents . . .
some faces less livid
than others
death knell . . .
a river mouth
exacts its toll
heaven scent —
summer rain anoints
shaky grounds
digitally remastered silence
cloudless moon —
a poet disinfecting
death
under the mist
i separate land
and sky
within sight
candlelight crossmembers
an altar
southern sky —
from heaven's pointers
a wooden cross
river song twisting through time
summer breeze —
kiwi kigo hung out
to dry
gong fu cha —
a shadow passes between
then and now
soft serves drip
from a thousand lips . . .
courtly love
tennis fever -
a third baseman asks
"who's on first?"
a highflier
suffers two wingmen —
summer heat
in the racket
of steamy court battle —
a tennis elbow
set and match
the bottom seed
fans the ball
high noon
time itself sags
on the net
tennis sounds
the increasing orbit
of interest
darting
from side to side
a voyeur's eyes
heat wave
countless eyes shimmer
over the court
plopping sounds
a tennis ball wilts
over the ditch
sullen rose —
the fragrance of a god's
hidden name
lightning storm . . .
a mantra splits open
the heaviness
shadow by shadow
an eel rises to the bread —
what breaks this body?
dawn chorus . . .
a tui sounds out
the rusty gate
the child I was
singsongs the silence
still to come
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