Futuro: Why hasn’t he turned up?

Posted on April 8, 2008


A stranger’s house – I look in a mirror

dark on white tiles

a cloth in a sink    rock featured

and see

it is not who I imagined


The Future: here we are but where is it?

Zero-ed in evapouration.

This is a sort of island mist.

Candle-lit .  The roses a gleam.

And brushing through it a bus.

And a mind shrunk to the margins of a wood.

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