Is this lunch definitive? If I were Manet it would be. The cows are thin, corrugated & still. Small, singular observations are reassuring, but only if you can attribute significant power to them. This is a concrete poem about a waldorf salad I bought in Walmart. Now it’s naked.
D J Huppatz is a Melbourne-based writer who has had poetry published recently in VLAK 2 (2011) and Black Inc.’s The Best Australian Poems 2011.
© D J Huppatz
Overland 205-summer 2011, p. 76
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