Wednesday, 15 September 2010


first thousand rivers
coloured with milk
win first prize

then wonder how
thunder smashed
the mantlepiece

enough with joy
there are sadnesses
to eat and drink

the spine of the books
are yellow and lean
until lent to the elderly

underneath shelves &
chain of space. on the desk
aggression of paper clips

coldness of numbers
and grasp of division
the kiss of punctuation

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