Light leaves the caps
as it leapfrogs spray
over spray while below all
all colour speaks of murk
descends so wisely cloaked
so brief with dew
spirals a moment
attends to something crying
something that is dying
quiver quick to blemish
reveal of drop - there
balanced on the flat leaf
- in the garden ghost chairs
haunt cruel autumns
tines quick to choke
sew white -
his lilies O where?
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