Tale of an All City

(Inspired by Lorca, Poet in New York)

Like the arms of the bi-clock, Tao

Two cities bifurcated

Southern, Northern,

One sunny

One winter

One with sister

One with brother,

Melbourne,  Edinburgh

The octopus has arms that reach out from the centre

Into suburban dreams and homes

Where toss the monsters all-a-nightmare, tucked in

Waiting for suction cup to devour them up

– but

– they no longer care

The pavement, where?

The apathy on the pavement

The position of the sun

Arm shadow

Holding a mobile phone

In Scotland the ghosts all hide behind castle walls

And are closed in by no culture,

An all-city

Paved thru phone cables

Under the sea

Calls along to Oz, all city

About she said, I want

I am the most important person in the world

This sidewalk sprawl

This non-location

Where mobiles converge

This talk of the two hemispheres

Family

Bird heralds bird

Tribe, tribe

And back and forth goes forth talk

Journey to find

Paul, dearest brother

Opposite side of the earth

Anam cara, my brother

We reach across earth

We are amazed, dazed and displaced

We are walking across space

Yet we are always you there, me here

This place

Broken city

All city

Anywhere and nowhere at once

Cal Kalve