Ephemera This moment fleets to its feet and walks. Sediment falls and darkens, it is hoping
The attraction and yearning, does its job and roams across the savanna, or from one street to the next. The urge is to hold tight, make permanent the summer’s heat, fix it in sight, write about it, paint, sculpt, make it last.
Call out the apostates, saints of No, six in a row, tour them through the great works, the immortal loves, stand beneath the arch’s sway, say this will last, these will last, and if not they will be remembered, and if not they were here that moment before we turned away.
Roland Leach
KOOKABURRA 2013
to solidify, a foundation for others.
PRESBYTERIAN LADIES’ COLLEGE
KOOKABURRA 2013