Three Poems
A girl runs with her hoop along a bright yellow corridor. /
Long shadows of evening, a series of arches /
counting down to dark.
#38 Poetry
Handball
we needed no chalk / the black concrete outlines / marked our areas / we smacked the ball @ and away from each other slogging away the drudgery of school
stake out & towards eternity
pretend a neighbourly ghost is / plotting to usurp your body. / sit, in public, witness the scatter of leaf / matter, flowerheads. / if you spot the ghost, you win. / if the ghost animates your body, a win-win
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