Laurence de B Anderson Poems

Winter evening on the Monaro

Cloud-light shivers the crow to louvred grey.
Riding the fence,
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On the open day
of grass and trees
Cic-cic-cicada
jack-hammers his summer
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Against black oblong light,
anxious patient, held,
then with the doctor steps cautious into celluloid night:
into the smoke mirror hall.
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Come run then, if you don't look back,
and remember the backs of tricking years;
so long, good years
and back-lit, half-remembered face
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Factual grass wetting my knees
as I check the downland paddock edged by shifting brights.
The reactive swags of last willow leaves
is shoaling minnows over black nerves
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