Page 84 - Litterateur March 2021
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The Comfort of the Plane Trees in the Time

                                              of Pandemic




                   Leaves shift and sway, throw shadows over


                   tree trunks. Dark, angled hands

                   sweep the pavement, elaborate, rhythmic,


                   unrelenting,


                   sliding into cracks and crevices, beating to

                   and fro


                   Along shirt sleeves, wrists and shoes,

                   Smoothing






                   A ragged heartbeat, the fine jagged fibres of

                   nerves, dispensing a serene dispassion,


                   lifting and gathering each small moving

                   moment,


                   into wide hypnotic waves, delirious washes

                   and swirls


                   of absence and presence,

                   Stalling






                   Inexplicably now in a broad spill of sunlight,

                   over the cars, the street sounds, the nursery


                   school,
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