for Kerri Shying
A stand of gandhians
swaying there lawless
regarding boots & blood
it always rains
the mystery kissed
the time had come
the ice is melting
curtain lights up
twelve hour flowers
beautiful bruised edges
the basis of petals
not my own
a rise in the oceans
the cost of grace
the waratah follows
slow to the other shore
every line is simple
what can possibly resist
watch it happen again
lights down curtain
Robert I am lost for words, for real.
ReplyDeleteAn absolute stunner of a poem, Rob. A real beauty.
ReplyDelete2 assists...thank you both!
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