New magpie,
try your wings. Break
your voice.
Clothes tossed aside. Skin
burning.
Trees turning gold.
Halfway along the road,
a rich man looks back.
Water broken to pieces.
Put away your equipment.
Pull up your quilt and dream.
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
New magpie,
try your wings. Break
your voice.
Clothes tossed aside. Skin
burning.
Trees turning gold.
Halfway along the road,
a rich man looks back.
Water broken to pieces.
Put away your equipment.
Pull up your quilt and dream.