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Lauris Edmondonline works |
On the Te Awamutu road It was a dark bird, silvery in flight, coming quick and awkwardly – low too, as though already maimed; but that is useless now to think of since without apparent impact, no thud nor syncopated interruption of the wheels, I killed it. I saw a turning tuft like black and silver petals in the wind and thought for something like a mile that I should stop – and then forgot. So it lies without reproach, without defence among the larger carelessnesses left about my life. ©Lauris Edmond |
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