trying to build a ship
or pennant
out of some of these words
scattering in the light
bird call as green
as the night
but this is too much work
too much wooden collection
let the sea call green
somehow in that
over rock and interlace
of tide bubble
and littoral
if I hold it sideways
the moment
(now scan and metal
paper) as though
the line could lift
away out of LaPa's
sandstone
just a little south of us
all day all night
just the rain
and its steady
fades as task heavy
sleep waits in tide
words to the wind
to midnight
11.10pm, Marrickville, 1 October
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Jill Jones
http://homepages.ihug.com.au/~jpjones
Latest book: Screens Jets Heaven. Available now from Salt Publishing
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His hair was ... perfect
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