Triangulation

Between

hospital

cemetery

and rubbish tip

find me in clamour

I have called down swans

a saltpetre of full netting

let swing a while longer

the cardiology spinnaker all squelch

spine as low as the watermark

I remain ungraded

Sift

letters

words

and Carats

find me in pages

I have swum outside flags

a recidivist of book cases

let be the moonstruck owl

the nights unarranged loose chronology

sentences are all hard labour

We remain ungraded

Triangulation was published in SurVision Magazine Issue Five editor Anatoly Kudryavistsky

Brolgas and white fronted chats – Wayne Suffield