Soft the air
the swan’s glide
the stones underneath
across the river
the departed ship
see the cormorant dive.
21/12/20
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Looking for the river
by the banks
Hours we walked
over and under
There were geese and swans
and crowds
but the river showed
no face nor sound.
21/12/20
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An older man
at the open door,
From such difficulties
they rose, she says.
On the quiet street
with its vestibules.
24/12/20
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Today, the seagulls sailed
and the graveyard paths
crossed by sunlight and memory.
25/12/20
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