1822
5.360
26.xii.24
a silver lamp
concert piece for Debussy’s ‘Clair de Lune’
Votre
âme est un paysage choisi
– Verlaine
rain lightly to the pond of mind
falls past
a little run up the stairs
birds dream in their trees
a glint
at oars
under the leaves overhanging
some would swim
we float
eyes up
here’s last blue reflected then
time tells us down
night lit now
a wing tucked over
the tree in the bird
just these two hands dance past
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