She Leaves From an Australian Forest,
her eyes are the lightsoftened in the hour after sun's descent
a deepening of blue grey
the colour of small shells
or the elongated shapes of eucalypts
blue gum you might whisper
leaves which refuse to homogenize
instead the razor fall of spines curving
small retreat into forest
stands of trees humanize our frailty
the mind widening in grasp
of last days together
inside my chest the heart hammers
irregular close to the skin
or is it my mouth that falters?
stalks of grass spear upright
vertical stands isolate patterns repeating
thinking of your hair
my hand reflexes
my body delivering response
this shape of her body
ascending already spectral
her hand lifting and held
motion carrying her
sounds of dry sclerophyll breaking
Music for Insects
1The sunlight moves
circular constellations
across the glass.
A night of watching the galaxy
cycling past
thick webby crosshatches -
spiders claiming a drift of universe.
2
Underbelly jazz notes
django django django
are swift fingered riddles.
Small creatures bouncing against
windows, thudding
fragile wings at light.