something new

I long for you

in winter, sing

of fall in spring;

 

head south, north;

by north; west

across continents,

 

the oceans of

india, arabian

seas. I was

 

a sailor, Trojan

slain; and from

the remains a Roman

 

soldier in the days

of Etruscan Kings.

Perhaps i

 

next time re-live

this my town

these last 20

 

years; submit

to some two

hundred bars and

 

a museum, turn

that into art,

again, i want

 

out of it, til

then i won’t

rest, haunting

 

the stairs, thinking

always there’s

something here

 

i’ve missed, face

pressed to the pane,

passed the slate

 

roofs, the rain-

laden evergreens.

As the sparrows

 

in the guttering

sing (?) i think of

nothing which is

 

all one to me.

 

11-12 September 2015

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