2324
7.131
12.v.26
inside
out
ekphrastic
for Frank Hinder’s 1948 ‘Tram Kaleidoscope’
we
are heads merely
pointed
by wheel
are
in windows
to
look down
who
will see the colours?
as
from earth come
cut,
the day to pieces
a
precious little sun
we
are turned to the street
birght
lit, sharp, rounded
is
it afternoon, this light?
are
we nearly home?
we
are faceless
so
unseen
lip
under hat
and
hold on
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