In the Distance

I dream of a day
when friction
will have ground
the stones smooth
and there’ll be nothing
but noontime hush,
not a single shadow
cast on the lawn,
the wisteria tendrils unpruned
and free to move
in the slightest hint of breeze.
Eucalyptus haze,
the colour of amethysts
will hover over distant mountain ranges
under endless, sapphire skies
while pools, still as glass,
reflect beyond the status quo
to possibility.
A time past endurance.

Jane Frank’s poems have recently appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, the Bimblebox Art Project and a number of other journals in Australia and the UK. Jane teaches a range of writing disciplines at Griffith University in both Brisbane and on the Gold Coast in south east Queensland.

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