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    [post_content] => Down this one-way tarmac river
the houses are masked by a latticed ebony

merged on the banks by bricked dust piles,
which steepens to the cloud paved meridian

and descends, a trance, a curved water rod;
less of a hill than an asphalt fountain

the silent swans that once swam
through the crisp, pedestrial winds

are long gone, are now necked stalks of puddles:
this hill now homes

the fluorescent builders, who strum algae scaffolds,
peer down the ledges like nested eggs,

and are nocturnal like the dampened lamppost-
the bulb a golden beak,

plastic bags are the bleached feathers
that are thrown in ripples;

a euphony of car sirens, cygnets calling out-
deceived by signposts,

beneath the murky windows, doyley winged glass,
dark browed faces loom, preparing for flight
    [post_title] => Swan Hill
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    [title] => Jennie Howitt
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Swan Hill

Jennie Howitt

Down this one-way tarmac river
the houses are masked by a latticed ebony

merged on the banks by bricked dust piles,
which steepens to the cloud paved meridian

and descends, a trance, a curved water rod;
less of a hill than an asphalt fountain

the silent swans that once swam
through the crisp, pedestrial winds

are long gone, are now necked stalks of puddles:
this hill now homes

the fluorescent builders, who strum algae scaffolds,
peer down the ledges like nested eggs,

and are nocturnal like the dampened lamppost-
the bulb a golden beak,

plastic bags are the bleached feathers
that are thrown in ripples;

a euphony of car sirens, cygnets calling out-
deceived by signposts,

beneath the murky windows, doyley winged glass,
dark browed faces loom, preparing for flight