Loss and Gain
what is it, some tell or course
in the day, in the freckled concrete
that impedes so even tearing
the cracks of the blind won’t fully
increase singing elements, gully
winds, or pigeoned excess
the ground won’t wait, it mulches
and streets shoot by with carry
in commerce, the exchanges
are more than at windows or joists
get the present, then, rip whatever
hums near your soul into head
spacing the sieve sound from notes
to sway taste of click claws and any
plastic glass doodad of the real
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Jill Jones
www.jilljones.com.au
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