by Les Wicks

Published in Issue No. 239 ~ April, 2017

Drowning in light

they settle under shade.

The adjacent waterway

is alive.


Rebecca can’t explain

or replicate elsewhere

the ham-fisted alchemy of him.


A venomous snake plays inadvertent,

mortality is a gift.


Under a blue-jean sky seamed with parrots

three dogs worry sticks that dare to clutter

this obedient parkgrass.

Their river drools.


He picks ladybirds from her mandolin.

Spoor lands on their hair, the allergens

of a life together, this flawless



that they are.



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Over 35 years Wicks has performed at festivals, schools, prison etc. Published in over 250 different magazines, anthologies & newspapers across 16 countries in 9 languages. Conducts workshops around Australia & runs Meuse Press which focuses on poetry outreach projects like poetry on buses & poetry published on the surface of a river. His 10th book of poetry is Barking Wings (PressPress, 2012).