Wonderful...as is so much of your work...just read the Projectionist
Malcolm
On Wed, Nov 26, 2008 at 10:48 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
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> Once an Academic
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> This is the time of year, late spring,
> when, fast as I could, I'd leave
> the last examiners' meeting – results sheets
> signed, our students' fates sealed –
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> and slip away (stern colleagues
> resumed their stubborn research)
> to the car-park, thence near the river,
> leaving the car in a shady place
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> with most of my clothing, search out
> along tracks by the gum-tree-lined banks
> my current favoured secluded spot,
> check on my solitude, unlikely
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> to be disturbed, and strip off
> (but for dark glasses and sun-hat),
> wade slowly in, toes tentative
> in cool mud, the river flow
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> rising against my thighs, embracing
> my waist, my chest. Should I lift off
> and float? maybe down to the next line
> of rocks that angled across the stream?
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> That could be delicious, and the rocks
> made fine sunning spots, full-length.
> Or – brace against the current,
> edge my way right to the other bank,
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> climb up through sedge and clay,
> reaching for a wattle branch
> and lever myself up and out.
> Spring's first butterflies hovered,
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> bees fumbled the wattle blossom,
> bell-birds rang through the valley,
> my big book on poetry, or even
> a small book, deferred itself again.
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> Wednesday 26 November 2008
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> Max Richards
> Doncaster, Victoria
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Malcolm
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