Poems

Grand Tour

 

Ice overtakes the unpeopled rocks

and robs them of contour.

 

The traveller draws the blinds

against this scentless view.

 

Where the road dwindles he’ll step out,

dismantle the coach, and climb

in the sedan’s cushioned nest to the peak.

 

His sketchbook is filled with vast

hellish scenes of rocks and nothing.

 

He takes his scenery

like his coffee, at a sit.

 

– from Ship of the Line (2014)

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