Tossa RevisitedLynch, Phil
Two lovers
one scooter
the martyr Vincent
observes their kisses
from his carved out window
high above the old town square
the church clock chimes the hour
pews empty and quiet now
in the night as in the day
I walked the empty aisle
to count the steps
from door to altar
lizards dart in and out
from behind a light
half way up a wall
they pause to take stock
of the comings and goings
a drunk with a can
and a one-legged man
make their different ways home
silhouetted two floors up
my thoughts run rampant
a balcony of memories
the only sound
the pouring of another glass
all is well
in the old town
tonight. |
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