back at the hotel
room nine floors up
grey clouds over
grey sky over
rooftop railings
twin plumes of steam
from a cup of tea
waiting by the bed
for me to sit and write
under a blown-up
pixelated picture of
the Eiffel Tower
at night
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clouds & Eiffel Tower & Paris wormhole: the Eiffel Tower
grey wormhole: boots on / for a walk
night wormhole: ‘glints off …’
rooftops wormhole: archaeology / of the sky
writing wormhole: what comes first … // the poem or the content … // the shamatha or the vipashyana … // the posture … // or the sitting?
misfits' miscellany said:
The irony, the irony.
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m lewis redford said:
infamy, infamy!
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