Monday, 5 November 2012

Edge of the City

Waves collapse, corral batten down.
Ladders crisscross toward the clear
clouds touched off at the cliffs.
Hearsay lowers the bar, allowing nets
to overwork their stasis.
Prophecies close a word at a time
but never come to pass.
A toddler loves stalking the kitten.
At feeding time it hisses.
A chameleon turns to stone.
Ants deliver, roaches devour.
Rivers flush storms flown inland –
waters rise – towns are swept aside.
Under the looping sun
banyan trees dangle roots
thickening as they touch down
in the dying grass.

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