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BLUE HOUSE, LINDEN FLOWERS, PLUMS

jet lag, the
first days going
to sleep late
afternoon in
the light, the
oleander dripping.
Cinnamon and
rose wind. And
then in blackness
the bells playing
in the street.
Parting the shades,
a blaze of minarets.
Hagia Sophia,
white birds were
falling thru
the black sky
like stars


by Lyn Lifshin


 

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