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Posted by in Poems on Dec 13, 2011



the wind in a sycamore;

water flowing down

a fishmonger’s window;

a cat on a fence;


breath on a frosty day;

the fall of a velvet curtain

before the Holy of Holies;

highlights in silk;


waves in a field of wheat;

fire on a heap of cardboard boxes;

dust in the secret places

of the stairs;


sand; snow; bulrushes;

a flag at a parade;

dough rising; an eddy of leaves:


and you are still

as a fallen petal on a polished table.