Yesterday
above
the cinema box office queue
in the jack-o-lantern sky
I saw the crow highway.
They stretched across
the whole of the firmament,
bearing south
southeast,
winged grains of black pepper
spilling out into the wind
from summer's empty shaker.
The migration
progressed hourly,
thready streams of black,
navigating airspace
in near silence.
Their passing
invokes dull spikes
of dread
in my hopeful heart.
The chutes and ladders
of time's calendar
are filled with leavings
and goodbye
but there are things
and there are those
who I hold
and I would dissolve
in diffuse, devastated black sparks
if they migrated
away from my aching grasp.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Summer's Empty Shaker
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2 comments:
Nice one!
and away and away and away ... just caught up here scaught, up to today. it's friday morning here in melbourne. school holidays. two moochy young teens growing up like jack's beans after a head of rain, a bucket of sun and some wind. trying to concentrate on work writing at my new desk in the middle of the house, in the eat in kitchen, everything running back and forth around me, kids and dogs and aeroplanes, child molesters and lost shoes, men coming with machines and hanging grouchy around the front pavement outside where summer lurks like a stalker on the edge of the old cinema. the word i have to spell here is "tinny". That's so cool. That's the australian name for a tin of beer, or an old tin boat to fish from.
xjen
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