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Foreign

The plants were foreign
the sky was too big
I stood at the pier’s end
smoking cigarettes.
I liked how the sun set
splashing the thunderheads
how the land rioted in a fan
of archipelagoes. The dugongs
dreamed, I dreamed too.
When lightning struck
I tossed my cigarette butt in the sea
and ran, dodging the mighty raindrops.

Robert James Berry

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Embers

The coal scuttle is empty
I like watching the embers
twirl, they are fecund
with symbols
the fire poker
the drained bottle of wine
the stained glasses
are redolent with dying
newspaper print
speaks yesterday’s stories
the dawn comes to these things
it leavens them.

Robert James Berry

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Mermaids

I squeeze you
you’re like lemon zest
an explosively tart taste
I have never imagined another
woman
you are my sharp fruit
my thistle
my soft dandelion sometimes.
If the ocean rose
I’d cling to a barnacled
seawall and sing to you
my precious mermaid
my maker of storms.

Robert James Berry

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Boy

When I was young
the moon was portly
it sat over the chimney stacks
and grinned
there were shooting stars
I haven’t forgotten how
they skimmed the roofs
and winked out. It was a
beautiful world. I wonder
what became of the boy
who looked up at the stars
and marvelled at how infinitely far
they were.

Robert James Berry

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Shimmer

Sunlight spangles
on the seaboard
the tepid baths are silent
the painted beach huts
catch fire
I love the sea lions
the twirling kelp
I stroll near the surf
and feel the saltspray sting
my skin.
I shall find room in my heart
to prance, to kick sand
at the angels who surely
sing here.

Robert James Berry

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Home

I was born by a muddy
brown river
in the willow lands
the ground was sodden
I sank my hands
into the clay
it was like glue
articulating my bones.
My ancestors, returned to
soil, spoke in gravelly voices
I never listened
and went away.
Now the river beckons me
I am sad, I watch
the ripples, I’m
filled with nostalgia.

Robert James Berry

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Mad

I am mad
that you looked
at him. I am old
he has long limbs
he is bronze
he has charisma.
If I could
I’d kill him
with a word
except you
love him.
You have never
smiled like you
smile for him
you are radiant
you sleep nights.
I cannot believe
we died
that you shall
pack your things
and go to him
that it is over.
I envy his charm.

Robert James Berry

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