burke: WAITING ON A ROSE

Waiting for google.com.au

is space enough to
think of a poem

the way thought goes in stratified images

interrupted by words

 

when I start thinking 'it’s a poem’

my mind smokes the page

I come in from chopping
dried rose bush, thinking of
Shakespeare’s 400^th and Blake
as I chop

it’s Anzac Day
so I think of
rose bushes planted
in the memory of
the innocent dead