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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5 November 2010

The moon's path: October 2010

a quiet street
disturbed by garbage trucks
the cats complain


Hot spring rains.
Small black winged ants hatch,
swarm and die.


all night
she lies between us


rain clouds hide the moon
spring showers
my cold, dark garden


life in the delta
dim lights looming through the fog
and empty bellies


the moon’s path
wide over water
invites me


not dew but raindrops
lingering on leaves and grass
this quiet morning


His hair is Snowy
yet still that wild bush horseman
plays on his Banjo.


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