small windows
looking outward
show me a sequined sky.
rubies shine in my glass of wine.
dusk breezes
on oiled water
paint a pointillist facade.
it's ceaselessly shifting world --
like today i'm far away.
i see your face behind each time-blurred pane.
strings vibrate
music leaps out
in a shimmering intrigue.
words unsaid whirl away like dust
from the sidewalk-sweeper's broom.
across a fold in space you touch my hand.
(London, Eng. -- 16/6/73)
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