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Slicked back
like a spiv,
smirks a little,
enjoys his bad reputation,
sports plump belly
in black and white frock-coat,
open at front,
nods and..
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Has the pinched face
of a mendicant monk,
wears a grey habit,
scurries busily
from matins to vespers,
makes frequent stops,
hands held together
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The camera hoversinches above my headwhich must be kept flatlooking awaythrough the window.Two lovers might do the same,one scanning for a response,on..
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i.In AttendanceFrom the boundary of cypresses,the cassock-wings of a hang-gliderminister closer and closer.On the chapel path, a fresh dropletof black..
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From the age of manglesand kitchen pulleys, it had a smell as unforgettableas steam on washing days, which were always Mondays -four pale green walls ..
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A school, in France, 1964.
Six months after my arrival,the directeur emerged from his office,doing his rounds, I assumed.He met me in the corridor.&l..
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We wait for a child sleeping after treatmentand have come to this quiet garden for respite.The bench is chilled in the moist autumn air.The Communard-..
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We've got a reservoirat the bottom of the garden,steep slopes like a hill-fort,grass sheared by sheep,water fenced off with spikes, as ifguarded by An..
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Not much you can do with jealousy,
store it, save it, turn it into anger?
Direct it at Jacqueline Sassard?
Call hers a retirement too early?
But w..
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