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In this City – Clive Donovan

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.In this City

In this city there are trees
Where cafés squat in clefts of branches.
Gardens thrive in saucers set on tops of buildings.
Twists of wisteria, clematis, jasmine, adorn edges
Fed by systems of rain reclamation.

Artwork is indented and installed everywhere –
Murals, mosaics, sculptures of metals fused with ceramic;
The very trees are carved and bent, woven to fantastical shapes.
Bridges span canals where glide gondolas
Offering graceful passage for free.

And crime? [you always ask, you visitors]. We stare
At the citizens’ movie, the happy movie in which we star.
For all that moves is registered, the taboo crime is sabotage
 – Muddling the cameras, tampering with history –  
Only thoughts remain obscured in the boxed-sets of our lives.

 – And desire:
My favourite bar is at the top of a giant sequoia:
Would you care to meet for lunch and a game of brain exchange?

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Clive Donovan devotes himself full-time to poetry and has published in a wide variety of magazines including Acumen, Agenda, Fenland Poetry Journal, Neon Lit. Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry Shed, Prole, Sentinel Lit. Quarterly and Stand. His debut collection will be published by Leaf by Leaf in November 2021. 

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