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Thursday 30 March 2017

The architecture of poetry

A word
or maybe just random letters
these are the gifts unintended 
but there is a filing instrument 
again a gift unintended
yes hurt 
can chip away
smooth over sharp edge 
cut clean
and hand over to heart
these raw materials 
with which
by and by
splendid pavilions I make
for who knows whom
if so desired to stay awhile 

Tuesday 28 March 2017

Location

Rise, roll and crash
then run 
touch feet
worship-like
and run back
laughing-like

rise, roll and crash
in endless repeat

it’s not the you 
of first arrival
and it’s not someone else
no

the evening post exclaims: 
waiting for things that never arrived
waiting for things that might come

sifting grains 
and shifting blues 

are splendid places 

for feet to grow old

in the brine of being