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Your naked body burning through
The outlines of rice paper
And heady stars.

Passion marked the windows
No streaking to define possible love and romance
A finger press in the fog
A kiss in the lost streets
Trees without courage or direction
Landmark or cause.

A hand in the song and the feather on the bricks
Laid for the all the singers
Of the torch songs.

Ring in the dawn
Miraculous colors

Blue for the river
Yellow for the flora

And you in my arms.


Francis A Willey 2008

+Rice Paper+
Poetry
2008