What was I thinking
press the shutter button
reshape the world like clay
down by the Goulburn
a day honest as any other
it leaves everything you see
two people, two bales
two wheels of a bicycle
let us imagine two eyes
a rusted can, a fishhook
caught in the tree branch
a scratched love letter
to count the daylight stars
I almost had the number
written on a piece of paper
by all we mean, sweet love
to speak of grace and wait
for the wind to change
lovely poem Rob
ReplyDeleteCheers James
Delete