When evening falls

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[A sonnet I wrote about forty years ago, about to appear for the first time in the second Fire Time/Summer/Youth section of my forthcoming volume Cut a Long Story Short with Puncher & Wattmann. Launch date December 6th in Alexandria Town Hall, Sydney. Photo I took in a Melbourne laneway four years ago.]

When evening falls

When evening falls on Oorinookoo
& you’re by my side & all is well
at well’s end, for a rose is a rose
& holy your body

when it twists, arches &
hardly thinks, ice-flowers
at the windows bloom, holy
your body & dew on the mirrors

under leaves sly sadness
waiting for a breath of spring.
Come hold me now for evening
falls, holy your body, TV sets

switch on & there’s a child
crying in Osaka.

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~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on November 6, 2014.

2 Responses to “When evening falls”

  1. beautiful…melancholy…cyclical…children still crying…

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