simple quilight,
what is pleasing —
arc sharp soft swallow
scours the lake pond;
dreamy whirlsong
whispers his wing.
hushlight evening,
i hear you sing…the golden piano owl…
sounding like willow
under my pillow. i fly,
roam, alone, a playrunt
viking; far from home,
i dreamt of debussy.
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