He Recalls

    I remember the men as loonies,

the patients – and the haysheds.

No rats aim jets from hoses

downhill at my father:

picked up and carried,

the water in outline

resembles two bodies.

I see in the 1940s a brassiere

on my front gate,

that cup-shaped yellow bra.

(d'après Gerald Murnane,
Invisible yet Enduring Lilacs, essais,
Atarmon, Australie, Giramondo,
2005, p. 128-129)

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