Tuesday, November 27, 2012


The stalls gleam with desire.
It is impossible to walk fast
through this harem, where
1950's crockery says kiss me
kiss me I have waited all day
for you to come home.

Even the stones shoot your
resolve with crystalline precision.
The humble smooth river-stone
is as working class to lord here.
As for the tin-work and toys
once used by children of leisure!

Yes, it is a Sunday outing to test
a commitment to no clutter.
But you pick up one enamelled
snuff box and you are lost.
At home, you realise how little
of the treasured item you have,


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