Thursday, November 24, 2016

Rob Schackne #168 - Prologue d'un Conte de Fées

Prologue d'un Conte de Fées


In that blue corner lies an exception
A pretty brief rose and a brief squirrel -
But not just any corner of forgotten dust
Where things get thrown away, but a squirrel
Bushy-tailed with gleaming eyes and nuts
Is this the containment of a natural situation?

Ah, but still more a ring than a wrecked bed
Though less than a coffin, and also more -
My recollection of lambent grace, I speak
Of our years together and of the time it took
To reassemble me, and then she started reading.



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