Matthew Paul / Poems
Monday, 6 May 2013
White as toes peeping out from sandals on the year’s first heatwave morning.
White like the half moon’s corona against a blackening midsummer sky.
White as a barn-swallow’s breast appearing at a fire-station’s eaves.
White like the bells of liberty-caps popping up from a rain-drenched lawn.
White as a roost of little egrets settling down at Michaelmas dusk.
White like a whalebone reliquary washed ashore at winter’s end.
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