When I look up the cloud has nine colours
at a glance all courses seem to aquify.
Perhaps it’s on account of the helium glare
or rain that blows backwards like a bird.
Certain days receive you well.
They’re traversed within buildings
though you long for an ochre connection.
The luminous has gone peripheral.
The surrounding dust is timed with pulp
even seizing the wing; blow-blow
down the country which can’t read another
words passing very close to vision.
Sunshine knows its yellows more than
the ozone that eats its heart in circles.
Jill Jones
12 April 2006
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Jill Jones
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Broken/Open. Available from Salt Publishing
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Where the Sea Burns. Wagtail Series. Picaro Press
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Struggle and radiance: ten commentaries (Wild Honey Press)
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