Poems
re locations
“when the river was the beach…”
at the road’s edge
the desert
what else? desert
birds
- ghost species
of my later failed research -
sway in
the arrow-grass
others live on air
like a lesson (in design/aesthetics)
for schoolkids distant enough
from remote central
not to have to make the drive
the thought
that service in the bush might be
time spent inside or early recruitment propaganda:
how many years did you do?
while
pommels of cloud settled on the plain blue horizon
take on a faintly orange
aspect or glow –
the pilliga ablaze?
just the slightly altered
perspective you gain by the sun
glasses you’re wearing
even as a final wedge
of failed light falls in
over town
to remind you of ‘home’
someone on the coast’s calling
the slopes and plains the one thing
and you’d go a long way
to leave the plains
tour of the local area from the window of a stationary vehicle
this time with time
to spare each night
on leaving a river
of light courses as far
as to flush the tower
and set in concrete
mounted at just that
mutual angle down
by the hyperactive auto
matic doors a giant mirror
restores sight to the blind
corner. they were the day’s
observations. in that order.
according to the local news
least. across the road
in the improvised car-lot
we’re taking notes rounding
out the search for imperfection
when you haven’t arrived
i’ll lift out the insert tilt
to faintly lit the tiny print
learn what the song
(sleeping lessons) says/
was saying all along.