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Claire Potter
Laughing Corolla
Laughing Corolla
Laughing Corolla
chocolate bird who could fit snug in my handjust landed on the tongue
of a bird of paradise & pushed its way wholly
into the envelope of bruised petal until
disappeared
in the dark, lights blonde, it could be said
that circus wires wouldn’t connect us
makes me think of the afternoon in the tilting park
when you refused to sit near
eyes remember the blue creases
in your jeans as you lumped onto the soft grass,
they remember banks of the harbour
creeping to unnerve us overlapping
our shadows with crescents of yellow reflecting
what I liked most in your disinterested silence
──heart doesn’t remember what year it was
© 2008, Claire Potter
From: Heat Magazine Number 16
Publisher: Giramondo Publishing, Sydney
From: Heat Magazine Number 16
Publisher: Giramondo Publishing, Sydney
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Laughing Corolla
chocolate bird who could fit snug in my handjust landed on the tongue
of a bird of paradise & pushed its way wholly
into the envelope of bruised petal until
disappeared
in the dark, lights blonde, it could be said
that circus wires wouldn’t connect us
makes me think of the afternoon in the tilting park
when you refused to sit near
eyes remember the blue creases
in your jeans as you lumped onto the soft grass,
they remember banks of the harbour
creeping to unnerve us overlapping
our shadows with crescents of yellow reflecting
what I liked most in your disinterested silence
──heart doesn’t remember what year it was
From: Heat Magazine Number 16
Laughing Corolla
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