What hope does

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half past believe

the exhibits of dreams sit
on the mantelpiece
next to the dead clock stuck on

half past believe and

one dried thorny devil with
permanent grin and

as you sleep the sleep of the
lonely clock hands bleed
and thorny devil winks and

pops the cork in the
bottle and with the blue-tac tongue
and absence of lips

eats the note and says she pre-
fers running writing to print

you have interest only
in lingering in
that space between wake and sleep,

in licking spoonfuls
of treacle-like fall as the
anaesthetist says

count backwards, climbing that swing
and kicking out and
kicking in and kicking out

'til unhinged at the
tip of arc where gravity
is yet to be etched

by Einstein who winks and asks
'the weight of disbelieving?'

but when the sea lets go of
you, when the scent of
brine and weed no longer owns

you, yes, then you rest,
forgotten beside a conch,
the pizzicatti

of rain on your skin, and wind
salves your fret, tides lick
your song as I crawl from the

conch and you blurt 'be
hides inside believe' and then
scrunch up the left side

of your face and I say 'here,
your first lesson in winking ...'

hope sits dolloped on hori-
zon. hope is found bleeding from
elbows. hope waits for sun on
the eyelids. hope is one let-
ter from open. hope glinting
through opaque stained glass. hope is
satin, is gloss finished. hope
flys above, ahead, beyond.

hope winks at you from shoppe win-
dow. hope beds with cocoons and
compasses. hope is one let-
ter from poem. hope orders
many, pecks at few. hope, and
I have this vision of doves

Jennifer HarrisonKevin Gillam is a Western Australian writer with work published in numerous Australian and overseas journals. His two published books of poetry are Other Gravities (2003) and Permitted To Fall (2007), both by SunLine Press.

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