in ordinary moments
waiting on ice
dark ribbons flood and tangle
the katabatic slipstream
black plastic factory-fresh unfurls
kilometres of polypropylene to glisten
slick and billow in
the whistling waiting blue
songlines
stretching into continuities pricked by antique light
that scans in this last hour
your dying brain, from whose fading zodiac
lives in limbo flush
into ridiculous spring
and all her understudies
pink with heat
don't rest and sleep now
this time
run your time again
accordingly