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13_loriginal_alfredo_di_roma_ristorante_mural

 

the language drifted,

unknowable,

vibrating marrow

of a canvassed room –

 

as soon light its found

shelter in shadows of

crystal glass, toasting with applause 

of an audience –

that graciously bowed

to an aria of muse’s laws

 

my breath filtered

by an interlude –

of fragrance whispering

“diminuendo”

as you appeared glancing

towards the open window

of lifes mural

 

I offered to open

its door –

“grazie” — fell

from the silence –

I followed

its lead

 

“grazie”

 

copyrighted 2009

bkmackenzie

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