Ken Bolton / September Poems / 8.

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It is one of the two vistas:

of tiled roofs, 
(many aged, 
discoloured,
sway-backed,
forming a soup-pea, variegated line:
a row of older 
house roofs—
                        against 
the newer orange),

& trellis & palm tree,
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& the intricate
calmingly stepped
& shuffled & fanned-out
facades 
of buildings 

that climb 
the hill, 
in shallow,
flattened planes one
behind another.

The other view—
in shades of, mostly,
sandy cream—the rooves
orange or lentil—
&,  pink  yellow  aqua,
a few walls in stucco:


A cliche but
irreproachable.  The
sun, now, is strengthening.
Six o’clock maybe.


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It even reminds me of Israel—
the castle above the hill,
the cypresses in
slightly terraced banks

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