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vertigo
ekphrastic for Kevin Connor’s 1963 ‘Winter Park’
the city is sinking
no colour untainted
that’s a rumour
that’s gossip
there’s picketing the rough clouds
somewhere a church has fallen in
head in the road and barking
eyes stare
the mouth’s a mess
it spins
by broad strokes
everything slopes away
grass green as blur
a street runs off of the map
here is the justice of the brush
one is bent to all this
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