Peter Boyle

(1951 - / Melbourne / Australia)

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  • Carole Trickett (5/10/2014 4:21:00 PM)

    I have to think about your poem a lot. It is wild. Many of your images just pop out. I am thinking about the thread of the story.

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Separation

You in the high-walled fortress of sleep
I on an island of wakefulness
bird-haunted, trapped by mist

You eyeing the warm milk of suspicion
I drinking the green rain of the seagull’s ocean

You on the red deck of the last ferry going under
I on the amusement pier lost in the crowd

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