2/27/2005

Orange Night

The orange night,
a solitary fruit
clinging to the boughs
of a black, dying tree-

what I remember
of you and the way
you clung to me.

Somewhere in the dark
a cello throbs in arrows
flung through sky

as if to slay

what is left of night
when its heart

burns out.

3 comments:

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