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Waiting for an Absence

something has been here before

and everything waits for it to come again

traces remain round sulky bends

velvet peat pissed rocks

built on echoes

shaped by deserting water

insect silent

a scut of earth

cut up and shut up

hills throw themselves at skies

that open and come down

it’s very simple

everything waits for it to come again

from Hole in the WallFind more by Tom Pickard at the library

Copyright © 2002 Tom Pickard
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

Published in Poems Tom Pickard

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