Monday, 15 February 2010

Man weeping, early morning

A glass tadpole on his cheek:
nobody wants to see that.

The upscrape-downscrape
through white scum-and-suds

uncovers a strip of pink, as
the windowcleaner squeaks his T-blade

to make transparency more transparent.
Best way to void the teardrop:

lose it in a sinkful of clear beads
and drips, water that bulges, swells

as hands move through it, cupping upward
hiding the face a moment, then passing by.

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