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He walked with his back hunched, his lowered head inches above his toes. As if he feared cavities or his own anonymity. That black dog stopping at every fence post.
As angels of innocence cast .. Imperfect shadows .. God idioms are intoned .. Perfunctory .. As morning ablutions .. Disciples invoking pacts of compromise .. Offering souls and solutions .. Silent in their conspiracy
In the winter sun a soul twitches neck and head, neck buried in the pulse of a round and thinking flesh.
now because of you kneeling .. beside me, thumbing the scarred leather .. of the little mass-book your grandmother .. hid at the back of her Protestant linen-press
when I get there driving through the night rain's sheen .. I come on myself already asleep in the bed .. mouth ajar head resting on one elbow .. drawing off gloves I bend down .. to look more closely. I see my face ...
It is harder to write poetry .. when you are rich ... People in Haiti are dead .. dying, grieving, .. starving and hunting for loved ones, .. and if they have the energy .. looting the few things left. .. Do I really believe .. that mine is yours, my friend?
Black stumps, capped with snow — no, capped with lime, beside the road, tree ferns, fanning their wing in the sun. A sign: children crossing. The road is so large. The CFA building, those three letters almost the three sides of a cross.
the sweat-shiny, blackened men .. whose households were regulated by the whistle .. they woke or slept by. The BHP, like a bulker tethered .. amidst chimney stacks and luffing cranes .. to a bollard on the Hunter
late for a volley of meetings. Not much conversation. Same haircut, suits, even boots ... The older man is lethal. 'I can make things hard for you, much harder than you can for me.'
Some kinds of issue offer themselves like particles becoming waves, where your elbows go in bed, acceleration into a curve, how to draw hands and especially feet, or who was up there before God.
They might not throw beer bottles and therefore shatter the tone of the area. Strip clubs might not reveal themselves to expose odd bumps hidden in the area.
hope sits dolloped on horizon. hope is found bleeding from elbows. hope waits for sun on the eyelids. hope is one letter from open. hope flys above, ahead, beyond.
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