find that still there at closing. they’ll Glenn’s A starry night, or a full moon above the empty street, imposing its influence on tides and lovers. That night, slip beneath the covers they’ll of green-leafed Glebe or blue Balmain and find a full-stop for their pain reflected in the satellite, and take the future facing forward like battered clippers heading shoreward at long, long last. Until that night teach each other to forget. they’ll be soon, but not just yet. It’ll [364] 19/9 They stroll the waterfront to check that still suited in the daylight. they’re She thinks of James; he thinks of Bec, but ripples of reflected bay-light remind them of each other shortly, returning to a love as courtly as any. As they crest a hill they see umbrellas spinning still. Natasha says, thought that guy—” “I Maybe a friend of his. “Yeah. that’s I think I might know who it is.” In fact, sure. He say why, he’s can’t but this is what he understands as they walk onward, holding hands. [365] 20/9 The memory is short, planet’s especially here, where seasons pass as quickly as the speed of thought, and tragedy moves into farce or romance without intermission. The first always been transition: state’s from colony to would-be player nothing but the thinnest layer it’s above the rising, falling land, the reconfigured bays and rivers, the sleeping quakes and quivers, planet’s high and low tide marks in the sand, the cosmic pendulum that swings through summers, autumns, winters, springs. [366] 21/9 As equilibrium approaches, some things are lost and others found. An early summer sun encroaches
they’ll find that Glenn’s still there at closing. A starry night, or a full moon above the empty street, imposing its influence on tides and lovers. That night, they’ll slip beneath the covers of green-leafed Glebe or blue Balmain and find a full-stop for their pain reflected in the satellite, and take the future facing forward like battered clippers heading shoreward at long, long last. Until that night they’ll teach each other to forget. It’ll be soon, but not just yet. [364] 19/9 They stroll the waterfront to check that they’re still suited in the daylight. She thinks of James; he thinks of Bec, but ripples of reflected bay-light remind them of each other shortly, returning to a love as courtly as any. As they crest a hill they see umbrellas spinning still. Natasha says, “I thought that guy—” “Yeah. Maybe that’s a friend of his. I think I might know who it is.” In fact, he’s sure. He can’t say why, but this is what he understands as they walk onward, holding hands. [365] 20/9 The planet’s memory is short, especially here, where seasons pass as quickly as the speed of thought, and tragedy moves into farce or romance without intermission. The first state’s always been transition: from colony to would-be player it’s nothing but the thinnest layer above the rising, falling land, the reconfigured bays and rivers, the sleeping planet’s quakes and quivers, high and low tide marks in the sand, the cosmic pendulum that swings through summers, autumns, winters, springs. [366] 21/9 As equilibrium approaches, some things are lost and others found. An early summer sun encroaches
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