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Jill Jones' most recent book, Screens, Jets, Heaven: New and Selected Poems (Salt Publishing), won the 2003 Kenneth Slessor Poetry Prize. A chapbook, Struggle and Radiance: Ten Commentaries, is due from Wild Honey Press in 2003.

 

 
   
jill jones - clouds to powder
Faint at windows, forces
while the street is lost
blooming ground to powder

searches - talked into the wee hours -
a large cluster chants into
the slack wire falling down

camera's vantage need a little scenery
now slightly entertaining
edged banana leaves clatter

this descending motion evaporates clouds
dusty scales precipices
shivered afterburner on ...

looks back up at sky)
keys in hand)
as if to complain it's cold

... your door, off my ...
beautiful scarlet gust, sound of
rasps breathing the breath

stepping on something slippery
- I can't - wait
there isn't enough breeze

smokes, beat a mist into air
shower noisily on
skin, the soft full moon

filters through, forget days
start from sound, restless, pursued
rhythmic science on a dry branch

I have managed to take a morning
lurch along, raising more
then can number wisdom

mumbled, assorted pings, thumps
scrapes, flashing black
silk, don't go climbing up to the blue

disappear in dark coughs
nerves, residents alarmed by haze
but culprit patterns keep smoke

the cumulus still wails in rows
fatbellied internal rattles, rising barometer
follows lit plumes, elaborate, beautiful

the dance lasts glittery pink w/tinsel
extensions reminded of dawn backing
up its old sign with the rainbow

painted on damp pass of clouds life
occurred in the early morning
paper mache punctuality dozing

a swollen sun drop quivers, a rented
minibus dissipates, revealing, salted
at first light, shown the count