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Transit Zone by Martin Burke < back : index : next >   

N e x t

There was brightness and the conviction
that anything attempted in its light
would come to fruition

a warm wind blew in from the sea
boats in the harbour swayed and swayed
as language stirred on its pre-cognitive bed
opening possibilities
in which every choice was the right one

a moment lasting longer than a moment
that I drew from and stepped into
and found myself knowing what would happen next.
The Birds

Two men debating Love and Death.
Both agreeing with what the other opposes;
neither believing what he insists.
A young boy passes and shouts:
The birds! Look at the birds!
But they do not.
They continue their conversation.
They agree that he has or has not seen them.

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