Poetry by Anne Elvey


He puts away the pocket watch 

of a meeting interrupted off-the-cuff

he thinks. My pitch is an emoji sent

after Lentil As Anything diverts us

both from picking petals out of daisies 

above a creek. Swift skid on 

banked grass. Weeds effervesce 

humour at my bafflement, adjusting 

my mind to here. I retreat to write. A 

buttonhole needs mending. When 

I bumble into an op shop, a white-...


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