for Matt Reid
& for Nathan Damianopoulos
1.
you wake from vineyards
the improvised
fingers
of keith jarrett
off beat
grapes
slow-drip through veins
it’s a morning that promised thunder full of broken
clouds
and a new promise; you can pour
a house
if you want the money
2.
first touch of shovel is heavy
on ears
across a ribbed tray the six thirty sun wincing grapefruit eyes
wait
for conctete
the diesel engine
before it turns
into the street
3.
your screed levels the first steps of a new family
sun’s hand on your back you are papery
notes of sand pungent soapy lime you forgot to swipe
underarm fruity lactic wipe a nose
across your shoulder a cedar blend
of Barossa Adelaide hills and a dusty
mushroom across your neck
when you wash
the wood float
it is furry
