Mariupol Madrigal (2)
…
wetting blood-washed earth
ears of wheat straining
to catch the sun-kissed notes
the nightingale’s quiet song
of spring
of hope
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Mariupol Madrigal (1)
in this equidistant moment
between azure
stretched lucent taut
and yellow veils
flecked with the nodding
of sunflower
tears…
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a burst of sunflowers
as day folds down
into a present of past
stored in the cool spaces
of under-leaves
and lengths of memory
like the lingering
of piano keys
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