The CBD
Sun on blasted stone glows
golden clean windows wink
white clouds bloom high
over me and move sedately on
the air’s clear and cold and sweet
as a glass of Sauterne
trees by the memorial pruned to cups
bare now but budded
a pigeon displays his wings
and boat-body on the blue.
All their confusions of deeds,
stock and valuta useless in dim vaults
heaped shells bar pearl
wadded wealth and copper coinage
buys not one second of a morning
rich and full as this.
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