picnic of green papaya salad
picnic of green papaya salad
sunlight juices lime
from chartreuse euphorbia
when it begins to drizzle
rainbow
unpegged from the line
always shrinking though daily growing
it’s what we’ve sown, what we’ve tended but left to seed---
gardens of our pasts
Mindful with dazzle
walking by the coves while
taking in the lake
hot so early, though with a little breeze
where surface tinfoil flashes
my eyes as if touched by fire
these pixelations of sunlight
incessantly shifting
in accord with each viewing point
silver stretching out
from far shore almost to my toes
a shimmer disappears
breaking into glitter somewhere else
in moments like these
no need to think
just shut my eyes
Story told by flotsam, 2021
during our early morning river walk
sourness uncorked
from what possibly was
a last bottle of champagne
left inside---
a screw of coffee stained
paper serviette
property of The Jetty Restaurant
maybe last testament
to another Covid victim
a column of ‘assets’
dollar numbers heavily scored
seemed unlikely would add up to much
Bionote
Ross Jackson lives in Perth. He has had work in many Australian literary journals (Westerly, Cordite Poetry Journal, Rabbit Poetry, Eureka Street, Gargouille, The Australian Poetry Journal Members Anthology) and some of his poems have appeared in New Zealand, Ireland, and the UK.
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