A stack of moons fall like diamonds
hearts clubs & spades.
Crack the river open.
love, your smokey porch
scratched on the sky with a feather
faded almost completely.
Still, suspended like a bridge
in the scheme of things between us,
a flock of birds open
out over Eden Quay.
But I cannot find the way.
A flock of birds break
across the light
from a construction crane;
but I cannot find the way.
A flock of birds fall out
from the South Bank buildings;
but like smoke, strayed across the sky.