small windows

looking outward

show me a sequined sky.

rubies shine in my glass of wine.



dusk breezes

on oiled water

paint a pointillist facade.

it's ceaselessly shifting world --



like today i'm far away.

i see your face behind each time-blurred pane.



strings vibrate

music leaps out

in a shimmering intrigue.

words unsaid whirl away like dust



from the sidewalk-sweeper's broom.

across a fold in space you touch my hand.



(London, Eng. -- 16/6/73