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    after Marcel Duchamp

A line cast over water settles on the water skin.
Salmon engage in piscine trigonometry,
track the crooked trajectory of light.
Pouting courtiers, indifferent to our air-
blighted world, they trend to a chilled cortege,
eyeballing drifting sprigs of glamour dabbler,
super-sleek, grayling nymph; and
for the single folkloric pike a shimmer eel.
The fabulous lured by the fantabulous.
Ignoring the trees, the sky, (each
waiting for translation), there is strategy
here, where chance and line contend.
Where was it Klee said he was taking his line?
My tutors dressed much as they were
thirty or more years ago repeat it endlessly.

Patrick Brandon

Poetry London

Spring 2014

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