He went down to the shed to look for a chook
a particular one he’d seen earlier that morning
one he realised he’d never seen before, and
that seemed to have disappeared. It was brown
with white markings, distinctive, like wallpaper ...
Sometimes you took the shape
of an unseen mosquito,
sometimes of illness ...
There is a field that will persist in everything:
what means crucial means
if there never was a thought deflected not to be
a path so far gone? ...
Your beard intrigues me, its rough mystery, patterned complexity.
I imagine burrowing animals under your skin that raise ...
body’s habitude begin
with buoyancy, a saturated skin ...
I’d ask you to reappear from behind the wet blanket, Sun,
But the ozone has been eaten by refrigerants
And we can’t take your glare. We are people
Of the skin cancers, tuned by solar flares ...
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