Paul Isaac Poems

Day's steamy centre
The restless classes giving scant attention
To the teacher's pleasant drone.
Two boys rush to ring the angelus,
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The boy lies back on crackling grass
And gazes at the old gum's grasping arms.
Shadows, leaves, birds, a gurgling creek -
Flickering
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Fresh from the stunning Musee Rodin
we rode the Metro to Pere Lachaise.
I'd read of it in Rolling Stone,
seen Annie's intriguing shots.
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