The Nasturtium Leaving the Suburban Cineraria, Silently

Horus on the beach,
bank of the Nile.
Chatting up a slumming Sumerian
spring spirit.

Summer no time
for vengeance,
just seeding.

Tony making time
with Cleo,
Bob drunk,
beating Alice again.
The old postman
moaning “howdy”.
Passing secrets

on the side-streets
of the small town
we all tear down daily,
in our good-time daydreams.

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