Run Down By The Rhone
run down by the Rhone
in the luminous sun
in southern France
where the air is scented and warm
and the country is lush and the sense is
calm -
there can be no other way
as the birds chirrup their madrigals of afternoons bygone when fanning out, arrowing for the horizon where Africa waits in crimsonorange waving light
and you see people you’ll never see again
down along by the Rhone in Lyon
and you see, too, this:
a glimpse, a shaft of incandescence where their lives are, where they began, where they go and then
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