Friday, July 5, 2013
peace
A good friend caught the Stockholm sky
in a camera that lingered for evening clouds.
This darkening holds
a splendid silent music and is wordless.
I know she's there. I think I see her
off to the side,
covered in black feathers of shadows.
Beyond, Stockholm goes strange to vista and I breathe.
How did she know the ungraspable clouds
above the presence of a spellbound city
would open for me a new space of poise
and suspense?
My friend is unable to take mundane photographs.
She'll go on to other cities of age and literature.
I'm stealing this peace as a prize for my dreams.
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