Above the roofs - the dormers - bright - white
clouds then walls and now red bricks
In shadow - a man - blue - stands - smokes
Salutes his mouth with quick quick precision
So into the barbers - another soon follows
Sunlight - empty - white the shop's window bars
The street frames
- everyday -
figures occupied
- under -
Recognition of a red white spiral
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The conversation of a betrayed Pavane
Coffee to those lined gossip lips
Heads nod with broken unison - rhythm
elegant a finger supports a neck
Open hands express - deliver and
as pose - the statements comment on
michael oliver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-black-book-february-17th-2014/
