Leslie Philibert (6th March 1954 / London, England)
A Winter`s Ending
The snow in the courtyard brings
a new shape each day; no sense in the melting,
but I have not attended to this.
A girl waiting at a station, with smiles.
Children as birds-in-snow, tankers in the night
before Greece, a tooth bloody in a tea towel.
Enough; carry the snow children away,
teeth of the sea, a tanker of light,
a station full of smiles, a bloodless bird.
The last grey day; the translated play
of lost times turning into water.
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