Tony M Walton


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On Thursday Morning 3: 55 Am

There lies One whose Name is writ in Water'
john Keats (1795-1821)

Lying here imagining what would happen if
we wound back to that Time and Place and
met all over again?
And you knew it was me
and
I knew it was you.
Sure, it's a worn hypothetical but
pictures don't come down easy from the wall.

Would we talk about why it didn't work?

I doubt it, for we are not yet wise enough
to speak of such matters.
We are younger, slimmer, less gray -
which, and it must be said, is akin to
gaining your sight back - only better. ...

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After They Left

We roam your steel towers
scavenging the tired relics,
fanged strolls down the wide avenues
delicious slabbed plates went
first devoured hours after,
we reconciled quick with the dogs
(even the impractical little ones - your
design) their sinful ancient collaboration
forgotten,

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