18 july 2013
TABLEAU
Again I scare myself
of the very thing.
Moon was landing on lake
for inward probe.
One presaged silence,
speaks, of the veracity of lovers
to grass, where no dropp drives a sun,
the red bricks build a shade.
Ragweed in a daisy field:
Ambrosia, I will not taste you
till the rainbow sits
in the meadow.
Round eyes
keep the dawn hidden /
under the lashes, sleep my saint
for a while, door was waiting for a knock.
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