Thursday, April 14, 2011

afternoon light

in this city the sun doesn't fall down like honey

doesn't ooze from our perpetually overcast sky

slide damp and congealed down the thigh of a girl

there's no angels' outreach on the skyline

and for all our pretensions this ain't really an island

but in this city when the cloud cover

clears enough to let the light come through

that light cuts, cuts mist and air and dust like a diver

as it shoots straight down to and through

the too polluted water of the harbour

and i imagine bubbles rising up in clouds around the bridge

as the light sinks searching for a sandy bottom

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