Monday's
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What I've Seen I've seen: quiet, immanence, my mother It cannot be undone. It grows like a brindle, His empty desk — the first of nine taken Poets notice things, such as Lurking beyond the skin of the earth, A rainforest ignites. Words fly into the red-tailed seeing hawk Pixilated screen loops a frame within a frame On Queensland beaches, platoons of blue soldier crabs. On a moonless midnight walk Outside a wine store in the busker’s guitar case The horse nibbles my pockets with velvet lips. The tremble, barely there now. At dawn a pure white rabbit standing by my fence Seen is the woman's hand drum song Cancer ward’s extended hours. The anatomy of tumbleweeds. One deep breath, all the way to infinity _______________ Contributors in order of appearance: Heather Cardin | Margaret Doyle | Marina Blokker | Naomi Wakan | Dvora Levin | Kim Goldberg | Susan McCaslin | Jessica Gabriel | Pat Smekal | kjmunro | Sidney Bending | Margaret Rutley | Leanne McIntosh | Marion Beck | Mary White | Harvey Jenkins | Sandra Lynxleg | Kathy Beliveau |