No.148. Water Music

Five Farewells

there are five farewells in Paris
five firehoses
men with their eyes closed
one horizontal line
that bridges the others

think of this as a harp poem
with streetcar wires
a progress of mirrors
each swinging like a tree

one horizontal line
strict as the metro
links the pinching of the trees
I lift heavy wine
(one final vertical)
to your smouldering butterfly