Mar 12, 2005
Half faced
The grail’s somber bell strikes 10.
For a blue boy’s Arthur at any age.
We pause at Plaza de la Reina,
St Martin’s all agony, half-faced,
Our traveler backs to the wall,
Go this way, that way, another way.
All dons know their sacred way.
But in the moment all looks lost;
windmill can’t turn, horse won’t budge.
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