Twenty Six

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For a Christmas treat, and because as far I can tell you’ve been good, you can have a more recent draft, which I hope you enjoy. It doesn’t have a title just yet, or it won’t, or it’s finished, or I don’t know what to do with it. I’m sure you know what I mean.

I:

Send it express priest
and send it ringing sermonly
Through all our late joysand summer
and is it time for psychotherapy

no time like the past

and creep through stands of mustwould
and no time like the past
In this condensing atmosphere
and water falling happily ever laughter

II:

There is only so much water earthly held
For crying lakes
in the hands of the valley
Stern glaciers
Playing unaffected
For clouds building up
And clattering the concrete
There is only so much water for all

III:

I sent these over the ocean
In a burning paper
Slow writhing boat to you
Knowing the tide will dance it through

IV:

Take me slow and gorgeous
in your saline crystalline
Sing me from your glory
This hypertonic paradise
Suffuses in so easily
I take this moment with
For we are the water

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For those who are interested print and eBook copies of my first collection are now available under the title ‘51 Poems’. Print at Booktopia and Amazon, or eBook on Apple Books. There are eBook versions on the Booktopia and Amazon pages as well, whichever may suit you. You can also read the complete (and favourable) review of this book on independent book review!

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