Wednesday, May 18, 2011

ever so often

A day might pass returning
breath to contented rhythm:
"I think I'll read a book or listen
again to a Martinů symphony."
A book can swallow shadows,
and Martinů's strange smiling
can bring a pleasant levitation.

Then it passes just as expected.
Ever so often two eyes returning.
Ever so often the musical shadow
of a smile becoming a visioned rose.

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