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TREVOR REEVES has published poems and prose around the world during the past thirty years. He edits Southern Ocean Review and previously edited the arts magazine Cave. He lives in Dunedin, New Zealand.


Like an old car,
its motor sobbing.
An aged sensitive.
The modern quantum
dipped yet again
to another out:
No room for a requiem,
your eyes narrow in
unsurmounted sorrow.
What are you:
guessing game,
crushed rabbit
on the road,
rusted carapace, growing
the dream. I do not know
whether you were divine
or devastation, entity or
exit, but if I knew
what you really were,
you would be all the eyes,
in my mirrors.