
another rental generation
temporary as the stiffness
frost-edged grass sings to the senses
outside in the park
lawns in winter recess
with the odd crater
where blackbirds have dug out grubs
the sides of tame volcanoes
hang green
under still grey sky
the mirror contains
another room
similar to this one
where no one ever lived
words in reverse
are hard to read there
gestures are sinister
and at the door beyond
the cold waits to come in
a flock of
blue plastic orange peelers
lies on our kitchen table
in various poses
like individuals of a
recently discovered species
awaiting description
and classification
stray breakfast flakes
board game counters
coins of dis-
continued denominations
an apostle spoon
unbending
and inexplicably
the manuscript of this poem
his ancestors
masked with wood
are sentinels
worn by the elements
to no one's language
over a hundred seasons
paths have hardened
familiar hillsides
birds echoed through
have been cleared to the sky
we come here to taste salt
each summer
walking from the core
of the island
where all flavours are fire