the studio with the arched window
cobwebs
let me be in that studio with high light
unpenned brushes scattered as thoughts
across tables and a chaise lounge
with time to think those butterfly thoughts
in abstraction before they escape
back out into the world
never staying for laced tea
in my studio with the high light
will you visit is a thought in a corner
high up beside the light glowing
from the cherry’s burning leaves
in the autumn of our regrets
the words lifting like motes to settle it
once and for all they are set in this story
of how a moment is forever just a moment
and a poem is a moment for eternity
sit you there a moment
let me explain
earl grey?
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