Drafts
days
bear an image
give me
colours to think
today it’s cinnabar
and azure
two will
do
tomorrow
sky grey
rosy pink
night
tree shadows
corellas
cockatoos
ibis
ekphrasis
under the image
reaching out
through it
knowing days
can bare
forensic shards
grains
getting high
sharing
scattered meals
a cold ale
a sip, a binge
waiting in the scrub
for a lift
remembering
its enough, a practice
some call it, maybe,
(almost) away of being,
(smiling) being
waking from tonight's
short night
to sculpture rooms
to blocks of words
to stroll in, lean against
Yes!
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