Ken Bolton / September Poems / 5.
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5 (Here) Arabia—‘the South’— The Mediterranean—all of these. This is the Adriatic —tho not far from Italy, the South etcetera. The Catholic, Croatian architecture suggests even, to me, Spain, Central America. But I know too much & too much of it in no detail. Know too little. Near, Roy Fisher’s poems, my glasses case, sunglasses, a mobile phone, another biro. The plastic table cloth—over white plastic chairs & plastic table—faded, almost white itself— a pattern remaining, of palest aqua shapes & pale, orange-outlined squares, circles, diamonds— a foot or two further away. The sun is throwing a shadow now —as it lowers— of my head on these things, the shadow even of my biro, my pad on my knee