Monday, September 26, 2005
Old Man On A Balcony: by Robert A. Wilson
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A moon in the sky
After sunrise [a rare sight];
Seen it before, but --
A squiggly fractal--
the line of
floats above the fog
The cat licks its paws:
I watch, three floors above: it
Looks up straight at me
Gay flamingo sings:
"The sun rises and the world
Is ablaze with Dawn"
"Weep, weep!" cries a bird
Lost somewhere in fog and mist.
Fire on the mountain?
No, the deer are still, tranquil:
It must be sunlight
The orange cloudbank:
One bright touch in the grey sky
Above a grey bay
Dolphins in the bay
Playing, sporting, having fun--
World without money!
The weather bureau
predicted a sunny day:
All I see is fog
After the fog lifts,
A naked beauty: blue sky
With buttermilk clouds
Bay ablaze with light--
Tin-flash; silver; clear as gin--
After weeks of fog!
Flock of gulls appears
And suddenly -- disappears
Going God-knows-where...
White on white: bay lost,
Mountains lost, bleached into white:
A clean-cotton mist
Pre-dawn, silence, then --:
Out of unpulsating dark
An unknown bird chirps.
Bay like blackboard grey
While I slept they came:
Two unexpected flowers
Sprouting on the vine.
Grey and pastel pink --
A water-color painting --
This light before dawn.
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