Poem 44: A Pair of Distant Swallows

on a Meditterranean

Sun day

cold sea sand

beneath our feet.

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from the silent

forest floor

beyond your shoulder

a lattice work

of sparkling leaves.

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a flight of wild

stairs

from

my bed

to the street

below, and are

you still running my love

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alone now

with time

to find

the corners

of my bed

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how casual

the morning sun

undoing

your blouse.

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my square yard

of sky

this evening

contained

a pair

of distant swallows.