Bath

At the center of labyrinth
alleys is a school with a plaque
reading, "No revving motor-
cycles during class." Perhaps
herds of Hell's Angels dropped
kick-stands by these Roman
walls and gunned a double-
fist salute to boys in uniform
trapped at their desks. The owner
of the corner shop will not
confirm it. Instead he sells
postcards, three for a pound,
counterfeit scenes of cathedrals,
the countryside, and gray skies.
But the wind shifts and the sun
shoots through the clouds
like a young bean plant. I take
a photo just to prove it was there.