Meme L'amour
The steps have vanished in the dark.
Stairs end.
The glimmer of a light only a reflection
like the noise of steps long gone.
It is morning now.
The rooster has begun his anthem.
One leaf falls from the tree.
One bird (where is his mate?)
is quiet on the branch.
Do not search for water.
The pond has dried up.
I hear the barking of a dog
Fantasy, of course.
-- Harriet Zinnes
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