- 1. Winter Morning
Spring stars glitter in the freezing sky,
Trees on watch are armoured with frost.
In the dark tarn of a mirror a face appears.
Time is moving through displacements.
...
- 2. At A Child's Grave
A sky contused and rifted like a wound:
Red-amber gum exudes from the dark tree;
A long dayâ??s dying. Small anatomy
Locked in this nameless graveâ??s neglected mound,
...
- 3. Iris
Not how you would be thought of, your color
Being grey, silky, like a second skin, your hair
Flecked with it. Now, hearing your way of saying
Iridescent while I read your poem, three years
...
- 4. A Poem In Place Of A Lecture
Or Vice-Versa
This morning, friends, the blackboard will be black
Behind my skull: your eyelids will be slack,
...
