for Dennis Lee
By the river
at night
burned stubble
of sugar cane
feathers the air with a lick of caramel
a quiet earth underscores
crocus and chorusing cricket
as curlew weep their distant sonorous calls
fingering the stillness
we pluck a string of starlight
to pull a gentle breeze closer
we tug on orbiting moons
in the darkness of deep
we become motionless
intent to watch worlds
and enter the symphony
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