She carries bags heavier than her,
Knows much, much more maths than I do,
Has more friends than me
Talks, almost as much as I do,
...
O woman so sad, why
Does your face fall like a broken
Crocus on the pillow, saffron
And shaded as the still image I
...
I threw a pebble into the sea.
I thought “Let me at least make one change in the world
Before I am gone”.
But the sea has covered over where my pebble fell,
...
Evening, and again I see you look out
Of the window for something,
someone, a shape and form
you feel you should catch
...
When the floods came down again in ’06
And we rose, surprised children, to the wake
Of washed up roads, broken bridges, willows
Trunked as old secrets floating off
...