Book Spine Poetry #1

Being fifty-something, I consider myself a poet … a poet of life. Aren’t we all?

Here’s my debut attempt at book spine poetry:

There,

but for the crossfire framed in lace,

the architecture of song

captured a perfect revenge.

(Geelong West Library, 6 September 2012)

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