Norfolk Island Pines
- jeffpoet
- 16 minutes ago
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Norfolk Island Pines*
along the esplanade are dying
the sea spray for so many seasons falling
through the wind-time fade
and secret clockwork of their frail branches.
Brittle yellow needles carpet the parking bays
a rust orange ochre
that gnaws at the causeway pylons first
and grows on the green lichen
granite boulders of the island
that has seen enough of sea-storming
winter afternoons.
I saw it too
in the grey-laboured Clydesdale’s breath
that pulls the horse-tram
full of eye-sore tourists to nowhere
there and back.
Norfolk Island Pines
sad
lost ships of wreck.
*Victor Harbor

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.
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