afternoon poem, august 25, 2015

 

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There’s a candle atop the staircase

And a halo of light in the hall

It’s storming outside with loud thunder

And a cello plays softly below.

 

I savor this image before me

And know that it must be a dream

And I search for some memory or fragment

To lead me to what it might mean.

 

Copyright 2015

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