| instead of a sundial: a cappuccino — grey’s the reading man, the spanish tourists putting down their cameras & breathing on grey’s the office block’s chiseled prisms — adjacent( he beside me is unmoving, empty paper cup & the book removes one garment after another) the week- end gas is roaming between bicycle spokes the breeze — ‘can you kiss in public love?’ over&over the cyclists glide to where or from? outstretched the paths nothing I but sit & to sit to watch; not bored but boring my eyes, go there, taking down it all the standing count saturday afternoon coffee – my last two-ten & the view alone. |
Sunday, June 15
Instead of a Sundial
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