Wednesday 28 December 2011

NORTH ACRES

hotel carpet wet step morning.
1000 school puppies march
by me. 
i wait sitting there/rain soaks into my trousers.

they got
ipods on/bags slung
and 
a very
young teacher/twice as tall/walks in the talking wake.

spring sun shines on the steel walls
and the white glass
and the working
shoulders 
of 
brick

and
all
the hundreds of red white and blue flags 
flap 
like 
bats off corner stuck sticks
up the acres of thought-straight avenues.

i’m walking north now 
in ice fresh 
blue 
cold.



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