That gap

I clicked on the page

she held out to me

as if I were a pigeon

pecking seeds from her

cupped palm –

 

here,

te-te-te,

here –

 

I was searching for

the scientific term

for that gap between

rocks that elbow

splintered

bones into the sky

and cannot be crossed

without rope –

 

caving is a whole different story,

a whole different story.

 

The author had spent

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Done

I am walking down the road

thinking about

people

 

my people

 

on roads like this

that the dusk is quietly erasing

 

people on trams

in trains

that whip about on fixed axles

pressing their bevelled feet

into the rails

 

I don’t know their names, so

I hold them

in a sweet anonymity

I once shared

 

not mattering in the proper

way,

in the way in which

the waitress who smiles warmly

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The Robins

I am sitting at the table

in front of an empty fireplace

heater blaring

the smell of bolognaise and

Nina Simone

waiting

for James –

 

his brother

is probably on the way to a jazz club by now

or

stuffing baked potatoes

with pulled pork –

 

‘corn?’ he asks and

the two

tilt their heads

as if robins,

she from one

and he the other side

of the counter,

waiting for the glutinous

‘plop’ that will come

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