Today I read the poem
In a single pearl of dew
That lingered on my
Window pane articulate
And clear.

As it ebbed it left
Me wondering of moments
Manifest in flower
Petals just before they close,
The breach of light
That leaks away from sunset
While the east is dark
And no one but an ocean swell
Is near enough to see.

A metonym of everything
Reduced to that inverted
Mirror weeping down the glass,
And I’m inclined to think
The morning writes much
Better verse than I do.

#sydney #australia


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