Bill-Watch out for the diaphanous white curtain wafting!! I waft myself sometimes cheers P
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Bill Wootton
Sent: 03 September 2013 23:09
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Subject: Avignon glimpse resnapped
Avignon glimpse
A diaphanous white curtain
wafts
as if waved by an unseen hand
revealing
wrought iron balconies
at eye level,
then
misting
bare linden trees
in the cobbled square below,
where a girl sits
sunning her legs
on a caf� chair,
smoking Winstons ferociously
before accepting a question
from one of two young labourers
in shorts and workboots
who has come up
behind her;
waves her hand,
mutters something in French,
stares straight ahead,
exhales,
waits:
un, deux,
turns,
snatches up her handbag and smokes,
arcs off in their direction.
bw
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