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I Wore A Day As Showy As

written by: James Walton

 

The Wonga vine is late
this long Spring year

like drunken party guests
who finally arrive
in tumbling blowsy silk

dancing a too close Latin
manes tangled in the distance
parted by a cigarette paper

(although we’ve heard
about the separation)

a vicarage of noisy miner birds
tries to chaperone
their pursed censure all bravado

as others depart slowly
pretending not to watch.

James Walton

James Walton

James Walton is an Australian poet published in many newspapers, journals, and anthologies. He lives in an old coal mining town in South Gippsland. His books include The Leviathan's Apprentice, Walking Through Fences, and Unstill Mosaics (forthcoming).
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