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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 ________________________ Jill Jones www.jilljones.com.au Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones