live through

1 December 2013

a pottery angel
rises from the mantelpiece

to the gallus energy
of new morning

the entelechy of words
works through sleep, we dream

repeats, we have
all the time in the world

to design cities
weed vegetable beds

watch pittosporum flowers
bloom and dwine

I have faith
that the buddhists

will manufacture moments
for those who are short

when they get their commercial arm
fully muscled

the wise man is not erudite
and so say all of us

it’s almost morning, trucks
thunder the road

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