June Webster Poems

She's gone, but neither of us
can say it aloud or even softly.

You sipping your fill of wine,
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It's strange how you thought you could remove
the World Turned Upside Down, the Old Gin Palace,
and the Green Man, replace them with pizza take-outs,
restaurants of dubious cuisine, think we wouldn't notice.
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In Hampstead a house is being burgled,
the spoils are worth a couple of thousand,
but the thieves ignore a grubby cracked pot,
worth twenty times more than their loot.
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Let me wander with you around La Serenissima,
discover how sunlight reflections illuminate edifices,

create columns.How brush strokes spatter flashes
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You teased our minds as we roamed
your work, wondering why a black cat
glared back in a scene with a pigeon
sporting a tube-sign eye and a butcher
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Don't accept my mien as reserve or wistfulness.
I'm looking straight at whoever takes time to grasp
what lies beyond the guise, into my eyes and my soul.
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Sitting at my laptop on a dismal day with nothing in mind,
not a clue on what to write on the topic, change or routine.

I have no routine, so maybe, could start with a change there.
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