Sunday, June 15

Instead of a Sundial

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.

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