smell
of light first
in
a cloud now
mist
with moon through
smoke
still as rain
river
colour
goes in
goes
with us
lungs
brim
this
thickness takes up
in
paddocky clefts
ridges
of timber come
how
the map
gathers
and pools
makes
mirages
breathes
in us
the
extant passages
living
daylights
you
can’t say when it clears into rain
but
what won’t look good
once
sky is
down?
everything
jewelled
to the tip
drinking
in
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