Brisbane, 2009: 2 poems

 

 

 

winter moon, misty moon


winter moon, misty moon
playful behind the trees
over the hidden Brisbane river
that makes the air thick with mist;
winter moon, full-moon
luminous and rolling
behind brooding giant trees;
winter moon, misty moon
that makes its area luminous and clean
and cares not if everything else is indistinct

 


winter sunset


the morning started with fog
and now late, a dark sky hangs over Brisbane;
in the West a child has scrawled
untidy clouds
over the sun
and the remaining pieces of silver
are eaten like potato chips
by the night

the winter night
takes the sun in her ample breasts

the moon looks helpless on the opposite side


 

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