Take the watermelon: its wedge just

Multiplies its sweetness; or the pair

Of wine glasses, the decanter

With carved flowers reaching up

The bunch of Cavendish bananas

Hanging from a nail, the dream-

Catcher with its vortex of netting

And its tassels of horse-hair,

The tabby contemplating the sunset,

The unconsumed cooler or sherbet

And the knitting basket and cone

Of shell in-between. All a testament

To the stillness of life… Except

The wily lizard that lets it long  

Tongue slip out in a swift second 

To catch the late, silvery mothwing. 

 

A blue turtle creeps down the sill, 

Away from jar and another decanter, 

(Carapace and crystal); the day 

Outside continues to wane 

As the flowers imitate the stars 

Beyond the crescent moon.

The sun and its almanac face will always

Smile patiently behind the wooden

Blinds where the sea and mountains

Beyond are bluer in the fading twilight.

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