Tuesday, January 07, 2014

In That House

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

and still
the quick step
of all these
a waltzing
and that fox
still trotting
the way she does
in that house
full of the choreography
of whispered

~ Ralph Murre

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