mirboo planter box lips
waxen with lavender
and eucalypt polish
start to quaver – grey lead-
flecked sawdust cascades
pools among acrid weeds
where rotten firewood
shrouded in the residue
of drowned fish tank rocks
flit hollowly into gnomic
shapes sodden with ill-omens
I can’t forbear transposing
over the withered mint
over the green sun
over Charlotte’s plant-like face
over my whiplashed whites
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