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.




Comments:
This is a ripper poem, George. I suspect you are missing Coogee, ay!
 
Well, yes I am ... but did you sense that from this poem? I wrote it in 1987 when I was still living in Sydney.
 
Yep, I did sense it. A few clues there.
 
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