supplicant green
tip to eager root/gloved hand
complete
like a slammed door/dead phone/totalled car
weeds spread quietly
while you sleep/stare at weave
in an office partition/wipe dust from a desk phone
on your way by goldfish sunrise
green under bike wheel
weeds stretch wide loop tight
knit into more
in the slide of a month
so many/so many
they begin to look
like they have design
logic
knowing
Alice Allan (Victoria)
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