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Visiting PoetWith a silent movie's flicker on an aster sky, the starlings wheel St. Mary's spire, tilt, so that, like Venetian blinds, you see less of them. Later (after espresso atThe Rubáiyát), the ivy walls screechscreech screechscreech like rusty cot springs. Can you see even one among the leaves? And in an alleyway of old brick walls, zappedby lightning fire escapes, against a gust of burger-scent and grime, I make a lantern of my fist. Get grit in eye. Cigarette lit. And see behind a dingy windowpaneone red geranium. And later still, the clean-edged roofs against an orchid sky.
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