Shedding

1 May 2012

The image without an image
pinned up in the air
offers up
the Ten Thousand Things

but where was your heart when it
fell down
here?

never thinking it would fall for the nameless
unwanted, undesired ‘things’
lost by the wayside.

city-skips full of refuse
obscure songs expired
train-stations their
tickets un-used
books not yet read a
child yelling
in the street crone in the bar
who read your palm –
correctly.

Aged monuments pigeon-strewn
standing-in for something
other than themselves
lives that have stood up

to time & waste

one after another
surely self-
shedding.

Sydney, July, 2010
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