SILENT SONG

There was nothing but the motions of love.
Glasses clinked, like crickets,
plenty. Love's motions,
all of them. Sweet was the scent
all around. The motions, till completion,
all of them.
What made the shutters throb when
it was not the car driving to and fro, and to
and fro? And the night is mild,
the night is mild and milky
tonight. Until at dawn a bird sound, the sound
of one bird inside
the light, one clear bird sound, before
the day approaching.

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