Type
Poetry

The Easement

dead ground    [         ] in this median season
 [        ] of trees ingrown [                          ]
 [        ] like scissors pushed [                     ]
 [                                      ] beneath our feet

 [                                   ] known developers
 rose from the sand [                                  ]
 [                   ] casting chicken prayer they
 [                ] ate blue metal to survive there

 above house cemetery [                             ]
 wild melons sprawled in    to
                            rooms of weather [        ]
 where once we held hands [   ] and plotted

 or just touched [                             ] palms
 [           ] now the drained pool       dreams
 [                     ]  and parliament strays bite
 holes in anything I write [                         ]

 [                                       at our easement]

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Rebecca Giggs is a Western Australian writer of fiction, creative non-fiction and poetry.

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