locals gather centre
of the village
an old man flying kites
high
above the square
which is small / somehow oriental
she stops to sit
beneath the fingers of the husky oak
a
postcard to a lover
.
. . it rains heavily here
but the town is like a
painting . . .
long september nearly over coastal pathways
down to hotels snaking past pier
heads
and
fishing boats
translation of Tristan Tzara under her arm
. . . i miss you
and i love you
but i may never understand you . . .
at night her window open wide
the
scent of falling dew outside
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Paul Robert Mullen is a poet, musician and sociable loner from Liverpool, U.K. He has three published poetry collections: curse this blue raincoat (2017), testimony (2018), and 35 (2018). He has been widely published in magazines, journals and anthologies worldwide. Paul also enjoys paperbacks with broken spines, and all things minimalist.
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