Semi naked by Winter late
I have had to prune the tree magnolia
those dinner plate china flowers
swamping shade over everything
and the calligraphy of sun on my back
mixes the air to a fine point exotica
by the incessant call of relentless waves
behind the big dunes now puffed up
those wedges of agent’s fists and knuckles
holding close for the Southern Ocean
correspond secrets of salt and lemon juice
unnatural oil used to loosen secateurs
and saw teeth herringbones filed for birth
short and long instruments to scribe
mission flybys of honeyeater bursts
where the saw shavings drift to settle
within this picture frame day
a snapshot of life by August random
over a butter toast and jam relay
shaken grains a short litter for doves
midriff afternoon of Spring near revelation
a shirt off for the first time in 30 years
- © James Walton 2020
James Walton is published in many anthologies, newspapers, and magazines. His four collections of poetry are widely acclaimed. A fifth volume is in production. He can be found at jameswalton.poetry.blog
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