The Ninth Collection

old ruler

old ruler--
disappearing graduation

smell of wood

smell of wood--
the up and down of
the saw

late sun

late sun--
first year students bask on the
fire point lawn

a dry puddle

a dry puddle--

sun-baked mud on the
stepping stones

cold june

cold june--
the leaves of golden wattle
turn pinkish

gasps from a neighbor confirm
the goal kick

chilly morning

chilly morning--
I rub my palms after
the handshake

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