The Poetry Corner

Night Winds

By Paul Cameron Brown

They made us sit alphabetically in rows. Green oranges are sprayed systematically in volcanic soil near pummelled surf. One stood to answer questions, was called after the surname, requested permission for trivials. Outrigger canoes with barnacles in tow splash menacingly near coral reefs. Under a lazy orange-ripple moon halfing itself between stages of growth, night winds taunt puffish clouds.