Dreams
in winter
dreams survive until mid-day
look up
see them as you pass
suffocating
pressed against the window-glass
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Evening
the Ford Mondeo
sings
softly treads across the garage floor
listen
as the robin hesitates
and stars hang in the sycamores
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Place des L[ces St. Tropez
I pray for the chickens on the spit
whip cicadas into a frenzy over it
then watch them sweat as they turn
for chicken sins
they couldn't have commit
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St. Tropez Evening
on calm nights
where the quayside lights don't quite reach
the water's bosom swells
lifts and falls
it's only the sounds of boatsleep
there against the harbour wall
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A square in Rome
in Piazza Majore
we wait in a doorway
slightly bemused on a hypotenuse
for our friends who are there
from much lesser squares
as one of them scholarly
leads in a corollary
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In Time
waiting for
in hope not expectation
and outside
that window in a wall
things rush by
to another set
another script
soon
you'll put down your cup
think nothing of it
you to
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Abutterfly In Gion-Kyoto
with small steps
in the narrow lane
so tight her wings
another Spring
looks up
with chalk-white face
she's never meant to fly
and cherry-blossoms hesitate
in Gion there's a slate-grey sky
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A bit-part at the audition
the asp
lay at the breast of
another Cleopatra look-alike
disconcerted
by the lack of poison
at the back of his throat
he wondered
what had befallen the Ass
since
the biting
came after te bathing
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Angels in Paris
Angels came in low
haversacks for their wings
at each corner of the square
admired their plate-glass reflections
and only by the way they flew
pigeons from the tower of Saint Germain
seemingly aware
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A Little God
encased inside his chrysalis
ate beanshoots prunes and cod
hung on for millenia
that embryonic god
he found outside somanya
miracles were required
he stocked-up with lasagnia
and chose to stay inside
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