what is scary in my half-time
at a moving sky?
a tendency to lampoon the heart
slide easily into the world
debonair as a cocktail
a tango could whip it up
on the floor
as umbrellas have whisked
my wicked streets
clouds face down incidental music
effervescent rain could do it
wash my solo space
in tantalising spritz
it's only in the waiting
the grey notes
Jill Jones, 1.40pm, Surry Hills, 8 October
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