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Anne Kellas

Poems from Mt Moono

Isolated States

Waiting for the bus

Waiting for the bus,

in lines of people like washing,

you sadden as a shadow approaches you

takes you next to him like a loaf of bread.

Fall into step with his silence.

Huge leaves, five-fingered,

pat the earth gently with brown.

(In  collection, ‘Poems from Mt Moono’, Hippogriffe Press, 1989.)