April 28, 2009

The Evening Water

Crawling across the evening waters

           Golden worms and caterpillars

Born of the crystal street lamps

           That decorate the river highway.

The blind blacksmith with the one silver eye

           left just a minute ago

Having told me of Ireland and the fall

          And I am left on the tall banks -

of the water, that gently kiss

          the whispering reeds.


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