(In appreciation of T.S. Eliot’s poem “Rhapsody On A Windy Night”)
The solar heat knocks on the door
Awaken a white new memories after lunar incantations
Get up, prepare for life
The lamp is battered on the street
Shake off the sands from your eyes, mouth, hair
Blow them gently to revive the dead geranium
On the window
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