Tony Noon Biography

The cities are cooling;
debuilding themselves
as the year ripens.
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We are post social here.

The music has lost but
the barman isn't worried.
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This grey morning smells
of oranges and wet paper.

Bigging up the dawn chorus
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Not knowing, is the way to touch a star.
Small and half empty you can believe
that across the field and up the hill
you could hold that white light
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I see the sunny days.
The sober managers of building societies,
banks, maybe. Button bright
in their certain trajectories
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