narrative poetry

by the shore, by the sea
by the rude bridge
this is the arsenal
to be able to see every side of every question
i've won the race
simplicity
one by one, like leaves from a tree
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
passing through huddled and ugly walls
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
beneath my window in a city street
often i think of the beautiful town
thou unrelenting past