thanks Jill enjoyed
On 20/09/2017 08:57, Jill Jones wrote:
> look down among grains and flitter
> junk from springs rains
> there’s brilliance in the lateness
> when every hour is retreat
> there’s more leaves on the floor
> everything smells of sap or pollen
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> the sun’s still there, shiny on glass
> it falls almost like rain, it falls
> in the room, it’s not like a shower
> it doesn’t always go to plan
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> night to come will be like day
> but terser in these shiftings
> these estimates of rain
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> Jill Jones
> www.jilljones.com.au
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> Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
> http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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