The Quality of Easing
By Gregory Dally
Slouching, a god's favourite ghost,
you like it here. Nestled on the contours
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of the Mataura's edge,
you form a curl and relax into the easterly.
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It suits you to take some time out
in migrant dunes. They're always shifting,
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like you, communal fragment.
Is it afternoon yet? How could you know?
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A hedonist is lit up by her inclination
to cut loose from any cliches rich in birdsong.
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In the heather, it's a cinch
to move increments of snowdrift
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and trace creatures all around your head.
You'll line a myth.
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As you trial this glen, the leaves make up
a Babylon for one instant. The moment
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seems to dilate in your head until it defines
a kind of forever. Your smile will keep.
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It may endure as an add-on to your features.
You'll archive it in a heap of gestures–
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customs to make a rested soul
at one with cumuli gathering.
Gregory Dally has had poetry, fiction and other material published in various journals.