States of Poetry SA poems

a flock of starlings
rises like applause
from the roof
of her Majesty’s Theatre

I met Ted Berrigan
in a dream

wearing a T-shirt
standing in a sparsely
furnished room

the early Berrigan
not yet bed ridden
but distinctly
pot bellied

& the beard
of course

it was a vivid dream
I can’t remember
if he said anything
literary

but he seemed pleased
to be there.

for Lee Harwood

Softly solarised and parallel
two lines echo each other, glow slightly,
in a space that is nowhere

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Octopus

Quick across the twilight road,
the eight legs of the cat.

Flood

Water corrects the earth
to flatness, patching fields with sky.

Alarm

Little boat of red figures, adrift between two days.

Window

The creek slides through the rain's eyelashes.