Desejo
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Dimanche, Versailles
Dimanche, Versailles
Together, we pedal
past
antique rose trellises infuse
the air with millions of tiny pollen
time bombs, deployed in
the lazy fan of oversized leaves
attached to cruelly hobbled trees
towering overhead
Fat velo tires crunch gravel paths
waking soft echoes
shadowed satin slippers,
minuet steps to whispered string
quartets, breathed
swish of brocade and damask
We pause to touch pedestals
hidden in wooded areas
Diana’s cold marbled foot
crushes an eternally broken arrow
a hare hops to the underbrush
When the clouds offer rain
We tilt our heads up to
the chestnut cathedral
drops cascading off leaves
from heaven
My sister and I.
********
Sound: Skype call
Sight: alarm clock
Scent: warm blankets
Touch: something wrong
taste: wrong beverage
Dimanche, Versailles
Together, we pedal
past
antique rose trellises infuse
the air with millions of tiny pollen
time bombs, deployed in
the lazy fan of oversized leaves
attached to cruelly hobbled trees
towering overhead
Fat velo tires crunch gravel paths
waking soft echoes
shadowed satin slippers,
minuet steps to whispered string
quartets, breathed
swish of brocade and damask
We pause to touch pedestals
hidden in wooded areas
Diana’s cold marbled foot
crushes an eternally broken arrow
a hare hops to the underbrush
When the clouds offer rain
We tilt our heads up to
the chestnut cathedral
drops cascading off leaves
from heaven
My sister and I.
********
Sound: Skype call
Sight: alarm clock
Scent: warm blankets
Touch: something wrong
taste: wrong beverage