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Eleven lines from Nowhere

The void was a unit of darkness, our bodies an instant, a clap.
By and by the water shook, no, trembled, on the verge of tears.
The leaves had no destination.
My face doesn’t tell the time, but everything was cornered, like a lawn.
To the left, a deliberate flaw, to the right, a bent flower,
I’ve found what I was looking for.
Tree-diagrams helped explain the forest:
Her eyes, longing over the couch,
And her hands. Their beautiful dexterity didn’t tell the time.
She left trailing the scent of mimosa, mimos . . .
Summer’s salt-laden mist was turning to tears as we spoke.
Johanna Aitchison
Michele Amas
Angela Andrews
Sarah Barnett
David Beach
Ken Bolton
Jenny Bornholdt
Rachel Bush
Mary Cresswell
Stephanie De Montalk
Cliff Fell
Tom Fitzsimons
Brian Flaherty
David Geary
Bernadette Hall
Kerry Hines
Andrew Johnston
Therese Lloyd
Iggy McGovern
Mary Macpherson
Dora Malech
Vana Manasiadis
Emma Neale
Gregory O'Brien
Lucy Orbell
Zach Savich
Charlotte Simmonds
Marty Smith
Elizabeth Smither
Abby Stewart
Robert Sullivan
Jo Thorpe
Cath Vidler  
Louise Wallace
Ashleigh Young

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