The Hitchin Poem No1 Poem by michael oliver

....................On a mobile
A walked meander listening -with his world
This way that way - a maze path
Of an absorbed conversation - and confused shadow
A passing shape inclined - to unadressed anatomy
Where the untraced torso - or buttock curve
To attempt the punctuation - or state singularity
this public monologue passes - a failed assay
Doodled by his phone - one summer atfternoon
Breeze touched by sunlight.............