Flitting sunlit fan
in a luminous haze.
Dust flotsam sails
over gentle waves
splashing and singing
of the glory of the sun.
Shadows...
memories of wrinkled paper folds
swing like spider webs on bows
over dusty porcelain
figures, baked and blinded
by the chorus of the sun.
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
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