Hiatus Poem by Brian Dodds

place de la mairie crisp
december morning walking
past the flower stalls deep

shade in rue des cordeliers
plastic birds spinning
above the toyshop door

there is so much time
there is too much time
there is not enough time

there are so many
there are too many
there are not enough

promises to keep

and two months on
encircling each other
like voice and melody

there is truth
there is half-truth
there is no truth just

othello and desdemona
dumb iago somewhere
in the mountains

and a chocolate rose
begins to wither
in a cold white jar