Wednesday, 26 December 2012

The Yucatán Mirror

A blackbird sings from the sundial.
At the edge of eye-field, a chisel

bashes and dents. Somewhere within:
Doncaster Rovers 1, Rochdale 1...

The workmen concentrate on shifting
a mirror upstairs; the stairs vanishing

with it, leaving behind a game of pool:
the double-kiss between ball and ball.

Blackbird becomes a grackle. One should,
to be attentive now, see the world

through an earthworm’s eyes, inching
forward in the twilight, until the linchpin

fireworks cascade in a lightstorm of pause.

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