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“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Eleven

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Patterns of pied shadows

are everywhere, everywhere,

though Waterloo or bitter

Kennington, blown out with cars,

caking lorries and their habitual fumes,

move rhythmically with the easy sleight

of advertising’s sophisticated fritter

or the cyclic falsity of neonating glooms.

But even where the petty patterns

of cast-out linklights loop and litter

the chaining streets, I have seen

shadows so pied that the fond,

the lavish caress of a pretty girl,

brings such lost links and ties

with the stream-brookling welter of whispering countrysides

that shinnying shadows shake out, pleasure-pied.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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