Poetry

A scene created from bits

A scene created from bits:
the slant of one blade of grass
pulsing with van Gogh’s eye;

the shadow of a gum tree
passing through textured strokes
of wind and hooves towards

your ghost, walking the line
of the old wooden fence―what is
perpendicular or parallel ever

in the leaning years? The fence
holds shape in memory only;
the order we overlay.

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