peter jerrim

1 June 2004

Glaziers Bay

in the indian red mud the riverbed pebbles wink white in the wine hush the motorboat passes 500 metres out the wavelets subside in the glint the shadows a fish moves once in the shade

we sit on the sand and dried weed eat pastrami and strawberries blink at the opposite shore

the farmhouse the pines and the vertical fields of grass and the sky and the

tractor on the hill the

afternoon proceeds as it will