1: LES NEIGES D’ANTAN
by Neil Flowers
said your Mexico journal
back in the 60s
our classical Athens
O where have they gone the lean aces and maximus men?
Jongleurs of the folk scene, the blues revival?
Women with rainbows for eyes?
We meet to part and go our separate ways
No one in the streets now
save the old lady in broken shoes
and Sally Ann overcoat
chartreuse with gold (plastic) buttons
lugs her bags
shuffles toward that trailer park
mind on tinned tomato soup
You were there
etching the empty spaces
A million burst from my head every day
Finding your own you stepped clear
Clear out of frame
Subterranean Blue Poetry