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This poem is taken from PN Review 243, Volume 45 Number 1, September - October 2018.

Five Poems Philip Armstrong
In the Infinity Pool

The architects from the Las Vegas Sands
modelled their resort in Singapore
on three pairs of playing cards steepled like hands
and one more balanced on top.

On one side of the punt that floats
fifty-two floors above the city Raffles made
a brimming pool flows edgelessly into
the sweating upper airs.

Dry-haired guests line up, chest-deep,
elbows on the horizon,
holding their devices out on sticks

the way Hans Holbein might
have held his brush out squinting
as he stood before the King.



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