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Graham Lindsay


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Taylors Mistake

 
Once this ivy was part of a rock garden.
Someone sat here drinking tea
and smiled at the world.

Or was sombre, smoked a pipe
scowled at the influx and adjournment of tides
world's push and shove. Had no visitors
visited no one, instead looked up

the skirts of old lava flows
where basalt's weathered ribs
flaked over salt crystals

and contemplated the ease
with which a fragment
like a sledgehammer
could take out the daylight.


 

Graham Lindsay


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Last updated 15 July, 2004