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Bloom
All day they have been drawing me back
my tongue. I have been trying to find
know of me & what they can’t. Only
be flowers: cream lilies, red carnations,
show you. An odd jarring of colour in
of body temperature, dry humour, wit, some about to open & some, almost:
Ending
it is only now
it has been waiting
you can’t approach
any sudden
the USB mass
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Elizabeth Allen is a Sydney poet and bookseller. She also works for Vagabond Press and is undertaking a Masters of Teaching (Primary) at the University of Sydney part-time. She is the author of Forgetful Hands (Vagabond Press, 2005) and body language (forthcoming in 2012). |
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