Les Wicks: Set Free

28 March 2003

Beside water
I find a space, read again your letter.
A pregnant wattle leans over my shoulder.

We understand
that even light is captured.

Beside water
bishops decide to quit.
A teenager buries a knife in the coarse riverbed sand.

We go
& are blessed (in our ways)
irregardless of choice, pretension or wound.
Birds call out, but not to us.

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Les Wicks

About Les Wicks


Les Wicks has toured widely and seen publication across 11 countries in 7 languages. His latest book of poetry is The Ambrosiacs (Island, 2009).

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