Peter Boyle

(1951 - / Melbourne / Australia)

Separation

You in the high-walled fortress of sleep
I on an island of wakefulness
bird-haunted, trapped by mist

You eyeing the warm milk of suspicion
I drinking the green rain of the seagull’s ocean

You on the red deck of the last ferry going under
I on the amusement pier lost in the crowd

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