Saturday, May 10, 2008

Jeffrey Harpeng: WHAT IT IS

for Lochlan 29/1/08 - 6/4/08

How early it is to be so tired.
A machine reminds him when to breathe.
It whispers life is brief as a sigh.

Today his mother bathed him
and sis tickled and teased with what they’d do
when he grows up.

One eye heavily winks
as if he knows a wicked joke.
He'll tell you later.

The way his hand wraps
around dad's finger, loosely as if:
what more is there to know about love.

night fishing
ripples from the line
scatter the stars

.by Jeffrey Harpeng
Macgregor, Qld., Australia

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