Friday, April 29, 2005
The Natural History Museum
I.
I was sketching a wobbegong
with my new
uniball micro
II.
In my bag, a sprig
of rosemary.
III.
Amoeba pseudopodia
(a sprog of syllables for a single cell)
IV.
I bevelled my face
to a balustrade smoothness.
I combed my canopy
with a few slats of sun.
// posted by George Manka @ 10:17 AM 
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Well, yes I am ... but did you sense that from this poem? I wrote it in 1987 when I was still living in Sydney.
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