Some context here poetryetcers: Driving in the low hills of the Dandenongs, my wife said, I thought that sign said 'Quiet Shop' and so had I. It was the only sign competing for our eye attention. It was, of course, 'Quilt Shop', but ... never let a chance go by.
Snap up bargain slices
of winter silence.
Everything must go:
peaceful pieces,
snow-hushed layers
of deepest absorption.
Make us a mute offer.
We'll be all eyes.
New Spring stock
arriving next week:
Whispers are back
and low utterances.
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3.9.14
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