Ken Bolton / September Poems / 8.
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9 Views
It is one of the two vistas:
of tiled roofs,
(many aged,
discoloured,
sway-backed,
forming a soup-pea, variegated line:
a row of older
house roofs—
against
the newer orange),
& trellis & palm tree,
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& the intricate
calmingly stepped
& shuffled & fanned-out
facades
of buildings
that climb
the hill,
in shallow,
flattened planes one
behind another.
The other view—
in shades of, mostly,
sandy cream—the rooves
orange or lentil—
&, pink yellow aqua,
a few walls in stucco:
A cliche but
irreproachable. The
sun, now, is strengthening.
Six o’clock maybe.
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It even reminds me of Israel—
the castle above the hill,
the cypresses in
slightly terraced banks