John King-Farlow Poems

Flesh lakes of Hazel's colours
Stretch out in the heat
Colours nibbling all over New Orleans
On curls of ribbons of green and wit
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Some stranger leaves me. Soon I'll be alone.
Which one will choose me when this one is gone?
I look for eyes I know. Each stranger's face
Appals me, knocks me back to memories:
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Snow chalks borders, the acres from
Blacks and browns with the sun's new turnings
See, that side of the mountain's tanned
This side dark as the ace of spiders.
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