On Lexington

(for LAB from 1984)

Trading Lexington
Once for Mott
Trading the city
For what it’s not
Trodding mornings
To the lake
Do not a handsome
athlete make
Gurgling coffee
In the corner
Sleep disrupted
Peace obstructed
Finally caffein
Turned to ink
Trading places
For space to think.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa (Maisonneuve Press, 2003).

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