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Graphology Soulaplexus 69: missed it

Up on the hill, the moon

is always large, but last night’s

once in a hundred and fifty years

blue blood moon – eclipse

people latch personal chronologies to,

make their essential myths –

was missed by me out of exhaustion.

The house bathed, as were the roos

and the owl heard early this morning

going out to start over. Us. It.

And then, also this morning,

a female red-capped robin

flew into my hair – white wisps

of moon-residue, the disturbance

or excitement of an aftermath

the part allotted me.

 

Image: Paul Flannery / flickr

 

 

 

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John Kinsella is the author of over thirty books. His many awards include the Australian Prime Minister’s Literary Award for Poetry, the Victorian Premier’s Award for Poetry, the John Bray Award for Poetry and the WA Premier’s Award for Poetry (three times). His latest work is a collection co-authored with Charmaine Papertalk Green, False Claims of Colonial Thieves.

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