Wednesday, 10 February 2010

re POEM 18

Between Us

an imaginary mercury line
connects his head to my toes,
then zigzags from my knees
to his elbows. Without warning
this strand of silver splices two
egos wrestling with Vegemite,
what-ifs and everyday mites.

Catherine Mark

1 comment:

Gerry Boyd said...

The line is real, my dear.