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Brilliant One
Guest
....across a land where mists of early morning
Half withhold a melody intended
For a single voice that can't quite clarify its sense
Of place, simply because the place requires it.
Blocking out our movement,
The gardener left these clues: Stone steps
Mount high into the court, encouraged by a brisk evening
Breeze, tracking us into the call of a singular loon
Crying for her mate against the far side
Of a lake reflecting specifc notes of association
Until we fell into its trap of wherever the card will lead,
Dropping off its sealed packages of evidence
Of what we might be saying to one another,
Two dancers working out their parts
Inside a practice studio, then ripping up the path
We point ourselves toward, a dance in repertory
For as long as it takes to master.
Half on foot, half flying, following the inlaid pattern
Across the floor until the pale mosic's picture
Made clear the teller's tale,
We slipped into a stolen palace as easily
As opening a book chosen randomly
From your library's shelf...
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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Half withhold a melody intended
For a single voice that can't quite clarify its sense
Of place, simply because the place requires it.
Blocking out our movement,
The gardener left these clues: Stone steps
Mount high into the court, encouraged by a brisk evening
Breeze, tracking us into the call of a singular loon
Crying for her mate against the far side
Of a lake reflecting specifc notes of association
Until we fell into its trap of wherever the card will lead,
Dropping off its sealed packages of evidence
Of what we might be saying to one another,
Two dancers working out their parts
Inside a practice studio, then ripping up the path
We point ourselves toward, a dance in repertory
For as long as it takes to master.
Half on foot, half flying, following the inlaid pattern
Across the floor until the pale mosic's picture
Made clear the teller's tale,
We slipped into a stolen palace as easily
As opening a book chosen randomly
From your library's shelf...
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>