Houses and Happenings on Goulburn
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Do not look for dust in sensitive spots
where sun tunnels left kisses
on wood, three stories up.
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The bike in the doorway, ridden every day,
saw me shoeless in mud cakes
every mile peddled slowly against first gear.
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Smoke rings pill the fog beside our windows
like chalk dust we'll rest our heads on street lights
to avoid the contagions of light and smog.
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In chapel I kneel
having thought of thorns
furrowed too deep in temples.
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The map of capillaries over brick face
chipped age won't see through
my corneal windows and sheets.
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Throughout the day muffled screams kick down doorways
finding children's toys argued into the hall
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