…
As though there were two moons:
one light, the other dark
or a falling to the centre of the earth
that over time shifts axis
but is still falling.
…
The sea rises like a moth
to pale light and so
drowns the land
before heaving toward
the moon—
a cool, white gravity
free of undertow,
free of wrack.
…
In the mind, splinters—
remembered glances, words;
small, piercing betrayals;
have lodged, are lodgers—
little hooks; they refuse to leave.
…
outside, spring’s warmth
has coaxed the jacaranda
to bloom. I watch
through the window.
…
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