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Claire Potter
In front of a comma
In front of a comma
In front of a comma
Seven hours earlier, beside a park benchhe slept standing
Now pendulous & out of his shell, drawing thin
blue lines & flowering water-blisters
through the pool behind him,
he wonders what it would be like
to speak with her again
but possibility as unlikely is a drawer for reddened eyes
where days spent
under the acacia tree, where
the missing xylophone keys he found in her car, where
an empty house, thick with imagination after a long absence
are stowed between
warped playing cards, plastic goggles & a coil of chipped,
yellow beads
. . . . .
Trembling, he pauses on the ropes to de-splinter
two sorts of daydream
one he can dispose of & the other
he is lacking
from the open window, a swallow half erased by the sun
swerves into his mouth
© 2006, Claire Potter
From: In front of a comma
Publisher: Poet\'s Union, Sydney
From: In front of a comma
Publisher: Poet\'s Union, Sydney
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In front of a comma
Seven hours earlier, beside a park benchhe slept standing
Now pendulous & out of his shell, drawing thin
blue lines & flowering water-blisters
through the pool behind him,
he wonders what it would be like
to speak with her again
but possibility as unlikely is a drawer for reddened eyes
where days spent
under the acacia tree, where
the missing xylophone keys he found in her car, where
an empty house, thick with imagination after a long absence
are stowed between
warped playing cards, plastic goggles & a coil of chipped,
yellow beads
. . . . .
Trembling, he pauses on the ropes to de-splinter
two sorts of daydream
one he can dispose of & the other
he is lacking
from the open window, a swallow half erased by the sun
swerves into his mouth
From: In front of a comma
In front of a comma
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