After Manuel Baldemor’s photo, Anino

 

 

Shadow on wall gliding between 

Concrete and permeable void. 

The rhythm marks itself:

 

Mime mimic do it again repeat.

Hide and seek slide and slip: 

Dance is the rhyme and reason

 

Round the seasons: We sow 

And reap: Thirst and feast: Whisper

Of raindrops. Clap of thunder. 

 

Leaves tremble in the breeze.

Black umbrella shelters the face 

Of absolute repose. The name

 

Of the rose. Sangfroid. Mouth

Stops at intake of breath. Nothing

Settles. Galaxies tumble and drift.

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