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In That House
". . . any room was full
of such choreography . . ."
~ Michael Ondaatje
each
of the chambers
of
his heart
held
a dance
his
inner ear
a
symphony
the
optic nerve
told
of roses
and
rose windows
remembering
that day
in
that far away
when
her eyes whispered
maybe
and
still
after
the
quick step
of
all these
yesterdays
a
waltzing
and
that fox
still
trotting
the
way she does
in
that house
full
of the choreography
of
whispered
yes
~
Ralph Murre
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