day folds onto another day
and form is tested as leaves drift
empty branches grey sky without formality
roofs open to a spectre of rain
night blurs lines against my gates
stars fall past roofs like ancient hail
night is more blue than tomorrow
mortality is a word like damage
the gully winds have ceased
I am spent and almost original
immersed in a kind of solitude
among ancient choices of sleep
hold my words in your hands
the articulate air one more time
let’s dance in bird dream
then rise in more present again
streaming through our window’s
impure and generous sound
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Jill Jones
Latest books:Wild Curious Air, Recent Work
Press.https://recentworkpress.com/product/wild-curious-air/
A History Of What I'll Become, UWAP.Shortlisted for the 2021 Kenneth
Slessor Prize for
Poetryhttps://uwap.uwa.edu.au/collections/poetry/products/a-history-of-what-ill-become
Viva the Real, UQP.Shortlisted for 2019 Prime Minister's Literary
Awards and 2020 John Bray Poetry Award
https://www.uqp.uq.edu.au/Book.aspx/1473/Viva%20the%20Real
I acknowledge the Kaurna people, traditional custodians and songmakers
of the land on which I live. Sovereignty was never ceded
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