Monday, 14 July 2008

• How Embarrassing! In the Spring

  In the coolness of the evening
  When stars poked out around the clouds
  I could breathe.

  The whiteness of the stones
  Against the brownness of the dirt
  Gave to me a sense of clay.

  I sat on a bench
  The cement against my soles
  The subtle sound of the tiny fountain

  Splash
  I stood, then moved
  To violins and trumpets only I could hear.

  I tapped a step across the circle
  My toes numb against the pavement
  I spun to smell the ivory blossoms.

  O, to be reborn!
  I danced in the courtyard
  And no one but the shepherd saw.

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