Love Poetry For Couple

She notes down the time, opens the aquifer sample taken from a farm west of Hastings, a saturated and fertile zone of nested multilevel wells. She pours it into the debubbler. The team used a direct push drill, the cleanest way to sample intensive farming regions. The water shines as it shunts through the tubes. She builds a model on her computer, maps the geology of the

a Sargasso of monologues that were all attracted to the noise � Clive James As the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, gyre of voyaged plastic Irkutsks and chemical sludge, most fecund upper section and sunniest of a deep pelagic cylinder sea myriad thousand cubic miles big with bright anchovies is one lens on a century so this rose window� arabesque brass tracery to which myriad

At her party the boy runs best with the hard-boiled egg. During the obstacle course she meets him at the bird feeder on top of which raisins are scattered. �I�m a bird,� she nibbles and the boy really does bob and nod. Later he says, �we�re twins, and I can telepathically read the thoughts in your head,� at which point she makes a dent in his leg. It�s spring. Sometimes she hears an animal cry as

� Rhydian W. Thomas, 2011. The poem first appeared in Hue & Cry Issue No. 5, and is reproduced with permission of the author. Editor: Sarah Jane Barnett Ever since reading "Pandora" the poem has stayed with me. I thought it would make an interesting Tuesday Poem as it's quite unusual. For me, I can't think of another poem that has