| KEVIN BONNETT
The Dress
- Wind wailing calls her home
- only
- her dress has gone missing and the road
is long and falling
- pale flesh
- home to be ignored
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- Her dress shredded on the hoarse grasses
- between here and the desert,
- cloud remnant scraps in sky
- long white arms
- naked as a continent,
- holding her back.
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- With night receding, portents
- become future,
- the beach, arc of the transposed
- wandering girl
- along to the kiosk, on a lake of
concrete,
-
- ‘Leave me’
- she cries to the blubber,
- black vein,
- jellyfish, down,
- below the wall
- in the sand,
- waiting
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