This sport's field

        This sport's field Sunday morning

        with the rasping antiphon

        of a choir of galahs.

        Sun sits just below the leafless branches

        of white cedars and the strange late

        architecture of the dark.

        A gradual for a kind of cathedral light

        begins a gentle inspection

        of the brown calyx-littered path

        a solemn mass of compacted clay.

        Distant traffic begins to chant the day

        on the numb pneumatic pressure

        of each passing instant.

        Lemon gums embrace a cloud of gnats

        lends air

        the full fume of incense

        and in an hour hard soles of soccer boots

        will break the stained-glass glazing

        of thin dewed grass.

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.