Poem – Kate Camp

Admit one

 

Cranes like cranes above the city.
The city is a poem that says

no matter what boat you take
you cannot find

the boat to take you from yourself
to yourself.

The man who is part
of a boat

disguised as a sailor
in blue and white

writes the name of the poet
on a ticket

admit one
it says.

A long way from Constantinople
a long way from love the poem

is chilled in the air
conditioned bookshop

it is about lips and kings
and ruination.

The frivolous can call me frivolous
the poem says

I have always taken important things
extremely seriously.

 

Kate Camp

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