north winds blowing

north winds blowing
from some point
or source (more likely)
hitting out at the south wind
(so we need not always remember the south pole)
freezing frozen broken crappedout countryside
to a forgotten stillness that was
always there only
behind the screen
breathless wars perhaps
you an i frontin across
the twelfth hour
(having been the twilight zone)
dying leaves rattling after us
before the milk truck
we drank in togetherness
a thousand blue stars
on our ciggies
an thinking hope peace and legends
i walked the gutter
beside you in
a swinging silence saying
i wanted to be smaller
than you and your laugh
in deepened waters of your mind
only i was dead ly serious
till i noticed the gutter
sloped up to the road

nearing your room
an your different-everytime-dreamland-bed-
thinking stones (and trees)
an remembering the tomb
of ancient fires
found for first time
again we walked up tinakori road
in that greying afternoon

an the nearly-dead leaves purple flower walk
thru the gardens
remembering the seven gardens of eve
or somethin
claiming away red & burntout ferns
(later for a water flown milkbottle on the communal mantlepiece)
till walkin out the Gate
Saw a timefilled cracked (with tiredstanding)
notice all ways explaining some obscure
reasoning
why i couldn't take them
from the public eye
(not even to protect from their ego) but i did
an then watching a fresh
faced family
feeding swans bread
an i felt bare handed
you said swans are vicious
an
kill . ...?
—hilary baxter