In a message dated 7/7/02 8:39:03 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< And yet another for C & C:

Unpacking And

tugging orange kitchens curtains that almost close  [either kitchen or 
kitchen's]
while running the bath, the sound of it
and next door’s telly.  Hanging Van Gogh’s Café,  [like this detail - the 
indecision comes through]
taking it down.  Then shivering into the bathroom,
getting undressed.  Soap from the last flat,
still soft.  Turn off the cold tap.  More hot.
Naked.  Crouched.  Lowering.  Slowly leaning back,
seeing the tide-mark his water reached to,
his toilet roll hanging, the last sheet creased.  [this is like a still like 
but instead of fruit and a dead bird there is the toilet roll and the last 
sheet]

I like the way the title is enjambed into the poem.  I like the visual detail 
throughout the poem; it is as if a video camera in words had captured the 
moment - well done.

kol tuv, Ryfkah

Bob Cooper >>