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Evening

Poet: Colin Oliver

Stopped on the path to listen
to a warbler in the reeds,
between myself and these
reeds, stones, dry cracks in the earth,
there is no distance:
I have become seeing.

The Blue Chair

Poet: Colin Oliver

The blue chair
by the window:
we wonder that it is.

The chair, the lamp,
the glass vase —
all just there.

Starfish
in the desert,

Here I see no-one

Poet: Colin Oliver

Here I see no-one
     to cast, on the petals of
          this rose, this shadow.