STREATHAM/WESTMINSTER
There were two pairs of facing seats one side
And three the other … no, there was a two
facing a three … please, sir, can you decide
Just what you saw? If not, who’ll believe you?
We had been drinking, but not much. Sir, how
Much? Two, or four … or eight … I guess, a few.
Were heading home, bit tired. Now, sir, allow
Me to suggest you’ve lost track of what’s true.
There were six boys, they loomed near us. Oh? Six,
You say? Your friend said five. All black? I think
So, maybe half, half what, you know, er, mixed.
The only mixed thing here, sir, were your drinks.
And who did what to whom? The facts are clear
The jury knows, in fact, you’ve no idea.
COLOGNE
It took a while to find the peace in those
bright white interior halls. It shook the grey
post-travel haze, and we both briefly froze,
uncertain if this was the smartest way
to start a holiday. A sleeping child
restored our poise – an unobtrusive frame
en route to a more vaunted room. We smiled
and breathed, a storm becalmed. The day became
the needed trigger. Gerhard Richter quelled
the nerves, then Klee and Klein repaid in kind.
We didn’t linger, but when we beheld
The vast cathedral next door (as designed)
We saw its ancient structures in new light,
The art of apposition in its height.
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