THE GEM 19 MARCH 2017 : TEN miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors. The changes in the skies, And in that pool’s broad bosom. Is room for all the stars. Henry Lawson. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Goodbye and now for youyour own drunkenness andall-night carousel, yourfish Paris and Rome and Memphis.Go whirl around in the river, outlines ofIndian paintbrush wavering over you in the darkness,and the lights of the city, far off,promising you everything,lights effervescinglike a pirate’s flying saucer Stefene’s poem:

Source: TEN miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors. The changes in the skies, And in that pool’s broad bosom. Is room for all the stars. Henry Lawson. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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