What do you think this means?
Those clouds look like drawn-out lengths
of wool untwilled by clippers. The egrets
are poised now — moons just off the wane —
and she thinks, too, how their necks are
curved like fingernails held out for manicure.
She walks the track that’s a draft of the lake
and gazes at where light nurses the wounded
capillaries of a scribbly gum.
Those clouds look like drawn-out lengths
of wool untwilled by clippers. The egrets
are poised now — moons just off the wane —
and she thinks, too, how their necks are
curved like fingernails held out for manicure.
She walks the track that’s a draft of the lake
and gazes at where light nurses the wounded
capillaries of a scribbly gum.