Couples, Coffees, Murals

Chipped shutter-covers
above the main street lovers
who kiss and cuddle,
hiss and huddle,
in the alleyway leading to their flat;
with door knockers and interesting push-button
telephones to contact those upstairs already alone.

Past the Cathedral and on the table set,
five women walk about
to talk about, pour chalk into their coffees,
mix it up to make it sweet,
whilst the girl in green reads in the centre of
the flower bed pots: huge
wooden crates casting midday shadows
to the nearby holy parking lots.


Back in the Cathedral, history has swept by
scratching face from stone,
leaving robe and bone
tattooed as a reminder
for those who don’t follow
the rules and red rope around.


Saint Gatien's Cathedral Cloister.