Moving Galleries

We have velvet theories
about boys becoming men,
the mysteries of plumbing ... 

The lights in the street
are gold or white or blue.

The primitive grass says nothing
of what’s to come. ...

Outside the Library,
the pigeons do to Redmond Barry
what Ned Kelly never could.

After twighlight,

At her desk,

She ponders the implications of signing in crayon..

a Dusky Moor Hen
drinks
some of its home

first frost --
the kindling takes
with a hiss

The outline of horse’s hooves
are tattooed into the drought
baked road. White clay
gravel hard, and the echo ...