Ken Bolton / September Poems / 5.
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5 (Here)
Arabia—‘the South’—
The Mediterranean—all of these.
This is the Adriatic
—tho not far from
Italy, the South etcetera.
The Catholic, Croatian architecture
suggests even, to me, Spain,
Central America. But I know
too much & too much of it
in no detail. Know too little. Near,
Roy Fisher’s poems, my glasses case,
sunglasses, a mobile phone,
another biro.
The plastic
table cloth—over
white plastic chairs
& plastic table—faded,
almost white itself—
a pattern remaining,
of palest aqua shapes
& pale, orange-outlined
squares, circles, diamonds—
a foot or two further away.
The sun is throwing a shadow now
—as it lowers—
of my head
on these things,
the shadow even
of my biro,
my pad on my
knee