Recital
The clarity of night composes
a reserve of immortal verse;
cricket anthologies burst
in our dustless eyes, in
a recital of hands we hold
monosyllabic words...
In a morning of accents, the sun
is a syntax;
Untouchable geese
return.
From nowhere, you appear
where I am
A foreign citizen, barely
touching land.
Divorced from Sitwell's
..."sky rhinocerous glum",
we are two strange birds
in this constant hum ...
Deborah Russell, © 2006
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Richard