The World of B.Z. Niditch
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
HENRI DELUY'S DAWN
A sulfur sun's shuttle
on the wounded
by the Seine lost
from a solitude of love's
water risen
lost in the home harbor
her eyes among the chill
and coals
not named as yet
by the wind swept trees
of night falls.
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