Hoefhalveys I

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Who would have thought that such colour
would grace the cliffs at Hoelfhalveys

not white

but of steel left year ‘round in the yard
leaves left to rust
to mulch in March

I could never have imagined rivules of scree
like the veins of a leaf in autumn
of no particular tree

zinc and iron ochre and copper
tracing contours
of isolation


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