Type
Poetry

Maelstrom

An oriental tree hangs
over an aluminium
carport; souped up
with purple blossoms,
foreground to a pacific storm
which looks set to dissolve
it like a supermodel’s
turquoise face sinking
into the wet tar of
a peak-hour highway;
leaves speeding to abyss.

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Joel Ephraims lives on the south-east coast of NSW. He recently had a suite of poems published in The Red Room Company’s The Disappearing.

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