Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Sweelinck

falling notes orbit
your
head
white flakes
like that Shakespeare ruff
around your neck

and you stand there
sad sandy eyes
ordering and re-ordering God
into cool crystal lines
of imitative wonder

morphing this darkened winter
into rhythmic syncopated
magnificat and angel song

white wings fanning
vortexing
beating the heart

this all behind those tragic eyes
as gentle snow gathers
around your boots

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