Stars started, but | laid aside | Meaning to go back to them | Then the waterfall intervenes | Someone corrects the figures, your glance | is crossed by careless driving and mountain country, the echo more perfect than | the voice that called | Sketched | fire of your | first thought | Pinning words onto the | heavens | Cerulean | Huts of clouds | In that year, you | fell in love, and | left the stars to someone else to | finish

Words | hiss in Shakespeare’s notebook | forged | horseshoes | dipped in water | Minds running over | wild country, over | tramlines and icemelt | In that year | goldrush in a teacup | a cardiac surge | boy racers and drug users | the green | light at the end of the jetty, the red | cupids on amphetamines | No time to | adjust your stance | Star horses | stampede and you | go under their hooves and | cry out | but they have | other strangers to rush through | Hearing | pins drop | the cooled | silence stands | and the huts of clouds | take hours to drift over and | away | across permanent skies | of vanishing | cerulean | blue

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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