marianne
maid merry me
another day
the seaside
where I am
awaiting
an Algerian
fervid as
perfervid
self – same
in this
heavy book
& pertip –
arous
set, tie
the seine
O well, was I
from as far
into the arms
of that, I’m
sure of that,
& naturally
determined
O hear! it is
Aleppo
overhead –
‘the big C
shining water’,
& clearly, ‘that’s
my shoulder bag’
from mercados
on a bridge
from the rolls
of the fewest
in the pools
of the bluest
ayaladn 