Four years now since I walked here, four years and I had forgotten
things I thought I never would. The city is deceptively calm, and I
find myself glad that below the streets lies a hundred feet of
primordial mud, glad that nothing can stir there, where I have begun
to suspect–I hesitate to admit–something stirs.
I’ve seen upon the […]
Filed under: Barry Pomeroy by akublik Date 26 March, 2009
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I picture you
fleet on the canal,
now that winter’s heavy coat and scarf
covers your light frame.
Do you,
surrounded by beauty and diversity
in this incredible array
feel in your quiet way spoken for,
or that you had nothing to say?
With a sudden, sweet turn of the head
you express in a mild way
the import of your direct glance.
And to hurt you,
who […]
Filed under: Barry Pomeroy by akublik Date 23 March, 2009
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