Each day the border
becomes a line of retreat
a swinging vane
declining lids
over the almond iris
reduces to standing space
the things that were once apart
even the broken things entreat
out of their tenacious memory
a daughter’s hand at four
in an acrylic blue kindergarten print
last school bag of a boy’s years
a ragged clay dragon coiled by fire
the chipped koala salt and pepper shakers
texta lines of height on the kitchen door
this house has swallowed a library
now the overdues are called
each box of go or stay
has a notice of acquittal
fares for the van to release
a recusal of all vanities.
From: https://thewildword.com/poetry-james-walton-3/
Date: 2019
By: James Walton (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 