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NOTHING BUT


Funny how recently
there has been no poetry.
The sun on the bus,
is a sunlit bus -
the white on the lamp standard,
is icepatterns.

Of course it's a café au lait...
very pale banana ...
impossible pastel shade
of clear absent colour,
and the crystals are growing
like mosses & ferns
along frozen split atom spiral trajectories.

Of course i might say
that today i saw a rectangle of light
cut from one of those places
where the town peters out
into time and again salt water drenched
wind dried sandblasted half burried herring boxes,
catching cries of gulls, black bladder wrack
and the smell of fishing vessel diesel oil
in their sun bleached broken wodden rib chests.

Or that the lamp stand had grown a blind skin
tatood with maps of uncharted beauty...

Of course there is nothing
but poetry.
Just
recently, i've been seeing...
busses and lamp standards.

 Allan Dystrup 1997