Lateral Dimensions
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Lateral Dimensions Les Murray Cloudy night -- not enough stars to make frost haunted house -- one room the cattle never would go in mowing done -- each thing's a ship again on a wide green harbour purification -- newspapers soaked in rain before they are read an airliner, high -- life falling in from space to ramify rodeo bull he wins every time then back on the truck only one car of your amber necklace holds a once-living passenger afternoon plains -- the only hill ahead is the rising moon eels' liquid jostle through the grass that night of the year big pelican, begging, hook through one yellow foot -- and nobody dares on line the first motor car trotting without a horse joking in a foreign language everyone looks down accused of history many decide not to know any all the colours of inside a pumpkin -- Mallee forest in rain |
