on this darkening day windows
pour gold on the stone.
trees rain confetti.
old lives shed to start again.
..me? I'm the world's wife.
married to life.
the city a feast for the senses.
the saxophone tune a woven ribbon
of notes rising to curl
round the corner. a girl
holds her coat tight
around herself. heavy curtains,
a movable wall,
concealing the lives inside.
foreign tongues sing of their day.
i think of the darts
down the horse's spine and swallow
the ring i need not on my finger
because it means more
than I understand.
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