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in
collection, Pavilion, Smokestack Books,
2010,
ISBN
978-0-9560341-5-1
Flaneur
Kagool
sheathed, they rush, avoiding rain,
crushing
past awnings’ gushing waterfalls
and
there he’s cloistered. Elegance calls
attention
(world’s washed down a drain).
Dove-grey
suit, with silver-headed cane,
exotic
plant against Plain Jane pub walls
and,
for an instant, sodden summer stalls,
pub
front transformed to sudden picture-frame.
Could
be imagining yellow rose,
tonal
handkerchief, glossed ballroom shoes,
my
nocturne formed of brushstrokes and regret,
torch
song from a vanquished Pierrot Show.
He’s
real enough. Discussing current news.
Blue
smoke furling from his cigarette.
Deborah Tyler-Bennett
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