we have them on all sides surrounded
we make eyes at yellows and reds
we crumble bits and inhale maple dust
one woman walks by with a dog in a pram
the dog husks Montand’s nostalgic
classic Les Feuilles Mortes
and three old men nod
they have been ceremoniously buried
up to their chins in spiky little leaves
but make no fuss
puffing on pipes they cannot remove
bald heads blessed with twigs and detritus
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Claudine Toutoungi is the author of two collections of poetry, “Smoothie” and “Two Tongues” (Carcanet)
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This article appears in the 14 Jun 2023 issue of the New Statesman, Over and Out
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