Vivienne Plumb

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Crumple

Purple kumara as violet as
infinity lentils and crystals
of sea salt a different recipe the scripture
of visualisation, the value
of wisdom always buy on the same market
as you sold, a speech about protons
and the superior dietary roughage
of brown bread. Equatorial
measurements and distances.

 

Acolytes
who turn on their mentors
it’s not the be all and end all
but having little antennae
can set you apart, breaking news
makes us part our lips
the celebrations of dreams
are only mere apparitions of smoke.

 

The swans give their eulogy
at the edge of the vortice,
enjambment equivalent
to the precipitation of rain.

 

My excavation is diminutive
in terms of the size of my spade,
and crumple is a word I refuse
to acknowledge.

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