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2020, 6*, afternoon, angle, binoculars, blue, cranes, curtains, Eiffel Tower, flags, gorge, green, hope, horizon, mankind, moon, night, rite, rooftops, sea, seagulls, shape, ships, sitting room, sky, sound, stone, time, Tintin, travelling, walking, warehouses, water
the seagulls, they glide about the
cranes and warehouse rooftops
they wheel above the pacing and fro,
cut between pulleys and raised pennants
oblivious to distant headland through
studied binocular pointing out to sea, back in the day
when the skies were afternoon-blue
and the sea still sitting-room-green
then, when there was dare to hope
and ships anchored on the horizon
under curtain-drapes of nightest sky
while the moon snagged in line from
fore-mast to prow; nevertheless, they
trekked over crag and gorge, they walked
through water and pushed through
trapezoids – slab! – into rooms of stone
locked and immovable despite
horizon, fit or ninety degree angle
oblivious to mankind’s rite and dress;
meanwhile the twins climbed the tower
c’mon, now: a gold-plated no-prize to the first reader who can tell me which book this piece came from to celebrate my return to writing; perception – knowing what’s going on – is never as linear as it might seem to be in a story; already given that there is breadth and depth, even in the scant of depiction, there is usually a time (and a space, and we know how relative those two can be) during which something happens, but let’s not think that these are the only dimensions – there is always a right-angle to be taken that paisley-swirls to a far-wider cauldron than could have initially never been conceived but of which there were pre-echoes if listening askance intently-enough
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afternoon & horizon & sky wormhole: travelling,
blue wormhole: silence
cranes wormhole: poessay XI – piquant love
Eiffel Tower wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
green wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – tenderness
moon wormhole: ‘not sure …’
night & water wormhole: riders of the night
rooftops wormhole: travel // when I die
sea wormhole: then
seagulls wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
sitting room wormhole: the sitting room
sound wormhole: Four Noble Truths
stone wormhole: looking hard enough
time wormhole: travel // when I die
travelling wormhole: IN THE ‘SCONSET BUS by William Carlos Williams
walking wormhole: breakfast