humidity

[ebook_store ebook_id=”471″]              humidity

as a candle splutters,
so my heart flares.
a cut rose beneath
the fickle sou’westerly

as a candle milks the air,
so my heart pulls a
hair’s-breadth of water.

as a candle spits,
so my heart gives tongue
to its fear.

as flame is an
unsheathed thorn,
so my heart burns
its string.

vincent st
auckland
1981

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