timing
(1)
takes a life
to learn
the protocols
how to bluff
when to fold
cards grow
greasy in
our hands
hear leonard
saying now
he’s leaving
the game
that knack’s
a rare gift
(2)
couldn’t work
out when to
leave so usually
stayed until
stumps but
sometimes an
urge to flit
meant an exit
without farewell
next day a brief
inquest ensued
what happened
to you last night
left unanswered
(3)
perfectly timed
empty spaces
reaching out
to absolve your
point of view
sense being
cooked down
to its essence
consonants
and vowels
absorbed in
a silence
letting you
breathe again
After graduating from law school in the
late 1980s Terry worked in the Australian public service for decades. He was
inspired to write after seeing Michael Dransfield poems in The Australian
newspaper when a teenager. Terry has been published in Australia and abroad
since retiring. He lives in Brisbane when not travelling.
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