This poem is taken from PN Review 176, Volume 33 Number 6, July - August 2007.
Four PoemsPhone Canvas
Chatting, after the donation part,
the Blind Society's caller
answered my shy questions:
'... and I love it on the street,
all the echo and air pressure,
people in my forehead and
metal stone brick, the buildings
passing in one side of my head...
I can hear you smiling.'
Atlantic Pavements
Black, white and chipper
street mosaics of Lisbon,
pavement-scrolls of Rio,
...
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