Haris Hidayat Poems

Steel horses took me in and took me away.
Stormy weather spilled out onto the floor
as Sydneysiders raced to get home,
but I had no care left to give away.
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To the den autumn rides on an ebb tide, crawling.
Spruced up and groomed, winter’s fidgeting on the veranda.
Fleets of clouds from the Pacific scale up and down the wind,
contrived to smudge the blue over Lake Tuggerah.
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I need not employ my eyes.
I know it by heart.
I can grope in the dark
the tallies on the walls
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An emptied picture frame lies on a dusty table.
A slight of a dead weight over,
roses in unravelled bunches
have in due course shrivelled.
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