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Thoughts
in a Rearview Mirror
for Lachlan
Perhaps
he takes off his wings
one
tanned feather at a time
or
folds them into a telescopic blue
beside
all those other seabound clouds.
He
always has the window down.
Saltair
beneath fingernails course
as
sand. A new undercurrent pulls
between
shoulderblades green
as
crabgrass as pale as xanthia
at the
blackboys feet something
speechscratched
moves.
His
yellow hair a dangerous willow
has
saturated these useless banks
as
flesh as gum as teethmarks
left
upon the vinyl upholstery
in his
mother's car.
NB: the black boy
is a native shrub (as is xanthia) - no offense intended, nor pun
Richard Hillman has just completed a PhD at Flinders University (South Australia),
and has had another book published last year (Jabiluka Honey: New & Selected Poems Bookends
Books, 2003).He is now a contributing editor for papertiger (cd rom poetry journal) - links available
on web- since he had to let SideWaLK: an antipodean poetry & poetics journal slide late last year.
Email: Richard Hillman
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