Wednesday, November 13, 2019

KA Rees #47 - The Offing


The Offing

I
The smoke haze so heavy, the offing invisible
in all that grey and bitter orange, the heat like a thick coat

in May. Today the sky’s pale blue, the coat a capet
draped loosely across thickets of greenery, everything spangles.

The app on your phone is not raising alerts but reminders,
refreshing the same blue sky

An orange in a bowl on the bench a mnemonic for
how fire can change firmament, or a jar of milk in the fridge

The offing visible in its lim.

II
The transformer explodes—sparks for lightning,
the house goes dark and the smell of electricity licks

particulate air. A dirt strike in a suburban
street, the bitumen releasing its intensity like an orange

moggie on heat.


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