Handsome Grandsons

Wellington Arts Zine

Conversation – Cameron Hockly

Posted by handsomegrandsons on July 28, 2008


Our talk was scripture perfect,
our mumblings ushered in new dawns,
our pauses swept the whitecaps from the ocean
. no fish would come to the surface,
. none would eat.
Our gestures were simple and profound,
like wiping the table with a cloth of fire.
When we both turned and looked out the window
we saw that the birds had all crowded in and fallen silent.
The garden was full,
it seemed a good time to start again.


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