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ARTLOOK #12 | June 2005
ATLAS
Valleys
lined with finger-prints
Mountains
raised by grip
The Pacific
trickling down his neck
Australia
on 'Loofa Alert'
And dustbowls smoothed by palm.
His sweat: the coming monsoon.
The world, a burden, a brilliant hunch
he cannot see to prove.
For perhaps the globe was lowered
or rolled right up his back.
An eternal buzz jammed in his ear:
the theory of New York.
Rotorua
just a hint of 'spa'
The Horn
a stab in the dark
The crack of his straightening spine,
signalling the end.
NATHAN CURNOW Portland, Victoria.
