Four Poems
Robert Crawford, 16 November 2000
“... haugh, Oxter, pinkie and lobeless lug As it will be in the beginning. A Moment of Your Time for Kate Whiteford Z-rods and a Pictish hoopla of carved rings Swim into view. Yacht sails on the North Sea Tack back and forth, xeroxing other summers When other yacht sails did that too, sped, idled, Veered into light. Dwamtime. Heat-haze. Relaxed, Unchronological ... ”