Room 164

October 7, 2016

‘‘This little house, this road,’’
you always said, without
ever ending the sentence;
still, it was easy to do it for you,
in the mind, with a smile:
our room, the house around,
our road, never a car
grumbling, always the sun, oleanders,
cries of students under
the bell tower; our
days of honeywine, so long,
and a cat in the empty school courtyard:
something well near eden,
a prelude to the day

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One Response to “Room 164”


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