being in fog
yet by afternoon breeze
sunflower touching sunflower
Poem Category: Australian
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changing the tune
his trumpet had —
the attic
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afternoon heat
the crow tastes vodka
in the drink can
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sliced ripe tomatoes
oozing
the juice I hosed in
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Laurel’s voice
crowded in the room
by new arrivals
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playground
the other swing
free to the wind
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second day at school
her hand goes
to another
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her breaking mirror
scatters us
to where we are
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sundial
quietly moving
midday
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sweat
in my palms
her engagement ring