The bare black branches do not keep pace as I walk
along the street. The closer to me, the faster.
The nearer the horizon, they appear about to turn and watch what I am
seeing. Through this irregular moving fireplace screen, a spherical fire, hardly
moving to my naked eye, reflects on the undersides of dull gray clouds, glowing
as sweet as fresh squeezed orange juice. But I cannot pause, I have carrots and
potatoes to cut for a stew, and this man cannot live by astonishment alone.
The bare black branches
do not keep pace
as I walk along the street.
The closer to me,
the faster.
The nearer the horizon,
they slow and appear about to turn
and watch what I am seeing.
Through this irregular moving fireplace screen,
a spherical fire, hardly moving to my naked eye,
reflects on the undersides of dull gray clouds,
glowing as sweet as fresh squeezed orange juice.
But I cannot pause, I have carrots and potatoes to
cut for a stew,
and this man cannot live by astonishment alone.
The bare black branches do not keep pace as I walk ...
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