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I see it, sometimes
from the upper decks of buses,
and sometimes in the hospital
cafeteria in the morning.
kissing the mirror,
and the marvelling eyes:
the application of lipstick
has a way of making pictures feel real
and the real feel like pictures –
absorption in a moment
with dismissal of self
as a thing beyond presence
and the pressure
of a hand marking surface:
eyes focused as a painter
on the colour of fruit,
and the cold air on the tableau
fresh as cold water,
fresh as frogs
jumping in a pool somewhere,
somewhere on the side of a mountain
and also in the early morning light.


DS Maolalai has been described by one editor as "a cosmopolitan poet" and another as "prolific, bordering on incontinent." His work has been nominated eleven times for Best of the Net, eight for the Pushcart Prize and once for the Forward Prize, and has been released in three collections; "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016), "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019) and “Noble Rot” (Turas Press, 2022).

Fresh as frogs jumping.
DS Maolalai

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