Learner

April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

a poem about a boy in short trousers on the tiles
the word ‘weather’ sinks the crack
back into the wall
no Shame is his
diving right into sentences
right
where
he’s not wanted there
but you’d miss him if he took after his mother
and went to Tunis for sunshine, only
a week to this day
raining on the greyest paper parade in town
banners in the wind
drunks beyond the watching
children
right where he’s not wanted
in the midst of it all
middle being conclude, conclude the world
as one knows it, not many
just one

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