Saraband for an Afternoon
Joseph R. Trombatore
On
the turntable
Helen Forrest is singing Corn Silk
Scissortails weave
among watercolor clouds
My feet dance
in the fatness of green
Deep blue
acrobats above my head
A canopy
of a summers afternoon
Undulating leaves
one octave above emerald
On limbs
of sepia & muscled ochre
Places where spiders
& fairy tales emerge
When colors
grow tired at end of day
Hibernate
into shadows like honey bees
& old men
hang their coats up in dark closets
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