Two
Imaginary Lawn Chairs in Chianti
Tuscan
grass darkens around us
-any sunset minus a
confluence of phenomena
is only so glorious
a setting may be
renaissance perspective perfect
sky Sistine Blue, genius
rainbow colors freshly mixed
and all the world’s glory
doesn’t matter
as I take your hand
and see into the promised
land of your twilight eyes
gilded ages are resolved to dusty beauty like postcards Chianti wines open pandoralike to mix with sky
they pour single notes,
mix with your voice
and nameless colors
elongate - infinite, articulate
time stops, time starts,
time forgets -
throw away your scorecard
of indifference
and rate the
sunshine
faraway blooming over
rolled Etruscan hills
in the
movement of subtle sensation
nothing but hills of
fading light soon and
without you I lean
dreamless, foreign, dimmed
shoulder to a crumbling
wall
where leaves fall
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