storm blown wind gusts
petals against the windows
white red a magic carpet
fallen at our feet
the mind leaves float
chaotic no ideas
but in thin gouache
the colour meld mould
an other way of seeing
being present in the suddenly quiet now
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuations 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
Listen. If (UofAPress):
I go down to the Twilight Arcade
and watch the Martian invaders,
already appalled by our language,
pointing at what they want.
Bill Manhire
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