Friday Night Lights Project: Week #46

There has been light of a different kind this morning… fierce bolts of it, raging across the sky and a deluge that has again seen the water rise and climb the steps into some of Brisbane’s stores and residences. So let’s all hope the weather settles and the predicted rain and storm cells for tomorrow dissipate.

Now, to bring a little of last night’s sparkle to you in the form of Cindy Keong’s banana etchings, Ashley Martin’s well-dreamed secrets and this Lost Shark’s languid rhythms. It’s week #46… follow the light.

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The wind that swept
the fisherman off the rocks
is gone.

The sea has settled
back into its languid rhythm
and the shearwaters
have returned.

Women in their gingham
dresses make the morning
look so sad.

I hope you remain submerged
spared the shame
of being washed up
for the gulls to cut
windows in your eyes.

But I have sorrowless bones.
I will return late tonight
and cast out into the surge.

Perhaps you will be watching
from your own shore.

The stars will burn on
into darkness
and the waves roll
deathward.

GN

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CK

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Your secret is as secret
as the unmarked car
that parks on this street.

It has protective color
like the eyelid of a bird.
It speaks Spanish in its sleep.

You dream it: waning
the gibbous moon, less than full
but enough to see by

and kept up longer
than the longest list of words
with similar beat:

repulse, impulse, compulsive
dangling with participles
and on the tip of your tongue

darker than the balcony
you kissed me on, but brighter,
megawatt, the whole night sky.

AM