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