Anna Livesey
One way bridge, always the sign
of near arrival. Ditch, willow tree,
memory of departure. World ship-sewn,
never reversed. Those first months,
nothing more than difficulty β save that one day
at Eastbourne β wind, your hair, the baby
asleep among the sea-grass.
I lay on the blanket and smoked.
Now things are moving on β it is evening,
not yet five and already you are falling asleep.
I cannot wonder at it. I can recall
picture and environment, paths between the trees.
I can call the dogs we had, in order β Glen, Bruce,
Wagg, Patch. The white cat who never earned her keep.
All those day I came home, walking up over the creek.
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Anna Livesey
Anna Livesey
One way bridge, always the sign
of near arrival. Ditch, willow tree,
memory of departure. World ship-sewn,
never reversed. Those first months,
nothing more than difficulty β save that one day
at Eastbourne β wind, your hair, the baby
asleep among the sea-grass.
I lay on the blanket and smoked.
Now things are moving on β it is evening,
not yet five and already you are falling asleep.
I cannot wonder at it. I can recall
picture and environment, paths between the trees.
I can call the dogs we had, in order β Glen, Bruce,
Wagg, Patch. The white cat who never earned her keep.
All those day I came home, walking up over the creek.
Anna Livesey
One way bridge, always the sign
of near arrival. Ditch, willow tree,
memory of departure. World ship-sewn,
never reversed. Those first months,
nothing more than difficulty β save that one day
at Eastbourne β wind, your hair, the baby
asleep among the sea-grass.
I lay on the blanket and smoked.
Now things are moving on β it is evening,
not yet five and already you are falling asleep.
I cannot wonder at it. I can recall
picture and environment, paths between the trees.
I can call the dogs we had, in order β Glen, Bruce,
Wagg, Patch. The white cat who never earned her keep.
All those day I came home, walking up over the creek.
Anna Livesey
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