cicada sing summer songs
few loves have much renown - Helen’s
chance, her embrace of Paris rather
than her face launched the thousand
ships that gave the place such fame.
like most of us, of those long ago
couplings, immense in their intensity
all that remains is fickle memory
the price we pay for being animal.
I watch with dismay
lay eggs on the rocket seedlings.
This poem from my just released collection ‘Goya Rules’ was published in yesterday’s Dominion Post.
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