Wind from the Sea
It was an obsession
to see how many
tattered curtains
he could accumulate
in a collection of winds
from the sea, streaking
obliques in dry brush
where long, long, ago
freshness hung.
Frayed futility framed
bleak views, but some
drapes were marked
with birds inclined
to make swallow dives
into a fragrant life.
or set upon a golden bough to sing ?
ReplyDeleteMaybe although I'm not sure they were warblers but the bough sounds a good perch.
ReplyDeleteVery fine!
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