... And Away

cleaning glasses
white silk reveals
a glimpse of breast

from the pool
cold, clear stars
obscured by steam

strictly prohibited:
jumping up and down
on San Andreas Fault

sacred Emai-shan
profaned by monkeys

baffled for a moment;
a blue whatsit
by Lake Tahoe

squatting in the dark,
part of Australia
now forever England

across the shingle
skeletons of Victorian pleasure
illuminated for ours

at the show
cleavage sells
networking gear

bathers -
dim shapes in the mist
salt on my hand

new england
seven hours away
old england

beyond the wire
grasshoppers singing
amidst the aerials

reflected hills
the stone skips
thirteen times

laughing she leaves
the steam room hisses
'Goodbye Mr Bond!'

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