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Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Summer Winds Down




Story Time

Hold a star
hush a tantrum

join a coin
of phrase
and a phantom

call while flipping
the telltale pull

start with the catch
and let go. 
















In between


a mask
the fact
and infancy

the throw
one final rose
bone

a plot
a potter’s wheel
blue stone

the well
old coinage
kept locks
a kiln

father’s band of gold

a folded wing
the fear of falling

stars

between stars
human faces

there are no desert places.






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