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
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
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
Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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