Saturday, February 18, 2012

Rome, Italy

Sweetened wood with eyes
widening the grain
above my imaginative pen.
.
I value this unconscious connection-
The call makes my whole afternoon fulfilling,
Bach music in the air, amuzing.
.
Surge and ebb of cars and trucks
waft over twelve stories of rain,
on my desk, complete palettes of notebooks
offer up their moonlit pages.

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