Poem #29 (4 of diamonds) was released outside the shop in Carlton on Drummond Street where the guy makes all sorts of stuff out of short lengths of wood.
morning rains grind
early half-dark
truths in a waterfall.
shouts peel out blinding
bass tenor alto soprano:
tears like cataracts.
caffeine not fast enough
no smash of tea leaves
quick against china.
the kettle waits
for me to look away.
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