The women invite me
the blue room theirs
the curtains men separate
blue bright and dark
separated by morning
culture and road
the concrete space
empty billowing
hands me in
as if I could go there
even in the real
daylight through walls
I sleep through this
along my life
Jill Jones
Marrickville
(dreamt 5-6am, developed 12.55pm) 29 October
2003
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