IN THE GLOS OF JUNE IN THE PARKING-...

IN THE GLOS OF JUNE IN THE PARKING-METER

translated by dint of Andrew Duncan


zone when the gallant-soldier was still flourishing forward the kerbstones
and loosestrife
and behind it all through the swaying

larkspurred chocolate hoarding, between the walls of the plateglass
the glances followed each other like grasshopper capers riders

should have thrashed across the firmament hellish Harley-Davidsons, to
sweep
the clover silk from the figurines and to trample all the stalls

to broth that the sun would split expand like a shattered glass diamond
and scatter its promises among the gym bags and I