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Carolyn Smale
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Windrusted Tracks
the light through the pinhole burns itself into the wood
and the mopeytime babies are throwing their food
there's a wave up the river and all here are praying
and the hooded masked merchants are slivering and slaying
and the slithering deaf preachers are bouncily decaying like
children on pogo sticks spitting and spraying
there's a light over there and it's winking at me
and it's saying come down to the jetty with me
and there's plastic and money and iron and tin
and no one's quite sure how long it has been
from the opening note to the round of applause
through the stained glass windows and stained wooden doors
across windrusted tracks leading up into space
~Carolyn Smale
"I'm 33, Australian (grew up in New Zealand), a doctor and have a toddler. Recent online publications include Apples and Oranges, Mefisto and The Melic Review." Visit her website or email her.
© 2000 by Carolyn Smale. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.