Jill Chan
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They come bearing pavlova.
We eat the kiwi and peach slices on top
taking in colours like the deaf.
Meringue dissolves in mouth.
The children ask how old I am.
Pavlova cut into eight pieces,
one for every bent thought
radiating from imagined ripples.
Their coming a smooth, round stone
that will not sink.
Location: New Zealand Email: chan_jt@yahoo.com Publications: Mentress Moon, Apples and Oranges, Niederngasse, Eclectica, Thunder Sandwich, Writer's Hood, Trout, Southern Ocean Review, etc.
