8/30/2015

At Waltham Abbey, after Pasolini's *Canterbury Tales*

Waltham Abbey/ cloud mound/
Sun Street, market peels
I was imagining some utopian school
away in the mud-mist/
was it in Kingston Hospital
under ether for the appendix
where I dreamt of the girl in the tenements?
It was the future, a tall adobe-like estate,
sloped on the edge of a northern city,
under her kitchen windows,
the dream a whole summer.
We left the city-edge into wilderness
via buried motorways and transit pipes.
Air vents like the carpark/ at Holy Cross Waltham.


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