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Magic

When you were with child
your skin was paler than water chestnuts
you had a stripe of down up your belly
which I adored.
The life inside trembled
it was better than the cinema
an elastic quiver of magic.

Robert James Berry
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Date

You knocked at my door
wearing checkered mittens
and sparkled.
We took my car, a yellow ruin
it stalled, made flatulent sounds
all the way to the bar
where I came clean
and told you I was going to Asia.
Your effervescence departed; you said blandly
you were born in Singapore.
I tried to kick start the evening
but when we kissed goodnight
our teeth clashed.

Robert James Berry
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Island

It’s Easter, we take the ferry
and go to the island.
There are bees, bad tempers
but the rocks are cool.
We squabble, I think of ice cold water
you say I’m a sly foxy soul
you’re mother of my sons
so slither my way
for a hug and a clandestine kiss.
Looking back at the island
at the shimmering eucalyptus
I watch your face, flush as peaches.

Robert James Berry
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Circus

In Cathedral Close I find a gift shop
it draws me, lovelier than the cobbles
sunnier than stone.
On display are soft toys
chaste as clouds.
I grab a cow with big squeaky udders
squeeze it into a parcel
and lick a dozen stamps.
You wish I could mail myself
I have thought about contortions
but I can hear you crow loudly
yanking a teat
after the postman rattles away
missing some spokes off his bike.

Robert James Berry
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Red Balloon

We pushed our prams
into the shabby lunch bar
and sat bone-tired,
not comprehending the menus.
You knocked your cutlery on the table
angry-hungry
other diners glared
and thought bad parenting
we didn’t care.
A waiter brought waxy chicken and chrysanthemum tea
and Mum took large scalding gulps.
The chicken tasted slippery
we didn’t mind.
Afterwards you burped
and we smirked.
Back outside the Cancer Society gave us a red balloon
and we wheeled proudly through the people
flying home.

Robert James Berry
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Rain

I wish the rain would last forever
the paddocks are lakes
the flax festering

my sad memorial poems utter water
the big skies sob for me.

Robert James Berry
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Sustenance

We squeeze off the bus and look up:
the moon, the stars are epiphanies.
We’ve been gallivanting in the city
the shoes are sore on our feet
but I can’t help naming the constellations for you
who are starstruck.
Pushing the pram home
moonlight laminates the hedgerows
and you shall remember this soul sustenance
learnt from your father long gone.

Robert James Berry
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