Dusk breezes
On oiled water
Paint a pointillist facade
It's ceaselessly shifting world -

Like today I'm far away
I see your face behind each time-blurred pane

Strings vibrate
Music leaps out
In a shimmering intrigue
Words unsaid whirl away like dust

From the sidewalk-sweeper's broom
Across a fold in space you touch my hand

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