In moderate weather and movement Allegretto
Like a minuet revisited in melancholy, and I do
measured little steps and fearful,
tilting the hills like fools and wielding enormous eyes.
Yesterday, walking through the lights of the shops now closed
surrounded by a blaze that came from outside than from within,
I understood what needed to be done.
Not that it strictly depends on you.
I have discovered something buried under a thousand sheets, towels
mirrors for bereavement invented
stale sandwiches and wilted dahlia.
I need a coat of white.
's all.
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