Saturday, 15 October 2011

the clarity of the evening only blurs what it means

on this darkening day windows
pour gold on the stone.
trees rain confetti.
old lives shed to start again. I'm the world's wife.
married to life.

the city a feast for the senses.

the saxophone tune a woven ribbon
of notes rising to curl
round the corner. a girl
holds her coat tight
around herself. heavy curtains,
a movable wall,
concealing the lives inside.

foreign tongues sing of their day.

i think of the darts
down the horse's spine and swallow
the ring i need not on my finger
because it means more
than I understand.

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