As if soil was noise, the legal notice
shivered on the barrow. Louise tore off
her scything gloves. High on a pine, wild
parakeets, harbingers of change
in our climate, stared from their margin, chattered
about apocalypse. Carefully, eking
out a holiday, I watered plants.
That's my dialect of territory
against the elocution of possession.
I looked for so long at Louise's face,
that, in the bedroom mirror, it smoothed mine.
Claire Crowther
The anthology can be pre-ordered from the publisher, Shearsman Books, and The Book Depository in the UK and from The Book Depository or Small Press Distribution in the US.
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