This poem, The Hours, is by Australian poet Aidan Coleman, whom I thank for his permission to post this:
Evenings I get nothing done.
The late night ads hunt in packs. I stay up.
The clack, clack, clack of the fan. The hours.
And there all the time, prayer:
the pool I sit beside,
the cool of every drink and shadow.
Aidan Coleman : Avenues and Runways. Australia: Brandl & Schlesinger Poetry.
Some more poems by Aidan Coleman can be found in an ABC Radio National podcast, here.
Previous poetry posts can found be here.
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