This poem is taken from PN Review 270, Volume 49 Number 4, March - April 2023.
Three Poems
Harbour
A carousel of little boats
up-downs to the music
of the huge moon
that is visiting this harbour.
The steeple of the kirk
spears the pink clouds
which dissolve into smirr
as the evening turns darker.
Inside the stone houses
the big wheel
is the only topic
on TV or radio.
Only astronomers
had cared at first
but now there is a face
at every window
...
A carousel of little boats
up-downs to the music
of the huge moon
that is visiting this harbour.
The steeple of the kirk
spears the pink clouds
which dissolve into smirr
as the evening turns darker.
Inside the stone houses
the big wheel
is the only topic
on TV or radio.
Only astronomers
had cared at first
but now there is a face
at every window
...
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