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Sport 12: Autumn 1994

If I Stepped Outside, in May ‘93

page 151

If I Stepped Outside, in May ‘93

1
If I stepped outside there would be no light to surprise my
body making demands.
Without given notice rain surprises, rain tilts headlong
into fall, past rata, past silvery gum, oleander, Norfolk pine,
a few minutes filling spaces which may wait on apology;
they want light at the moment.

2
I crouch in my cave
under the house, basement solitary, anachronist
on the look out. It cannot be like this downtown in the city:
mirrorglass towers squinting all ways into themselves
discover they are heartless, at best coldhearted
never forthright, only arrogant. Darkness at noon.

3
Who will expect a veil of a temple to be rent
and the money makers driven out? Showers lacking any winds
to play at motives

give up and go away. We simply guess at what happens
between one investment opportunity and its others
as their murk, pulsing, stands brightened.
Market reports are broadcast, stocks look good
for those with a knowledgeable eye. Nothing goes
visibly traded between pine, lemon, and silver dollar.
When I go outside light flows, pure enterprise.