I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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7 July 2008

Verse Portrait 9. Images That Come

Front page: ‘Mother and baby
lead march.’ Slim again
after your third, carried
snug on your chest.

Backyard picnic.
Red wine, hot debate.
The police helicopter passing.
Your bright face raised:
"Wave to ASIO!"

Dinner. Our favourite
food and music; goodbye kisses —
your farewell, we comprehended
when, two nights later,
you jumped into death.

Honey-blonde hair,
open smile, emphatic voice
rippling with quick laughter….
Never saw you cry.

Note: ASIO – Australian Security Intelligence Organisation.
Acronym pronounced AY-zee-oh.

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