After the jostling on canal streets
and the orchids blowing in the windows
I work in cut glass and majolica,
and hear the plectrum of the angels.
My thoughts keep dwelling on the littoral,
where china clocks tick in the cold shells
and the weeds slide in the equinox.
The night is cold for love.
We favor the chorus
and the antistrophe of the sealight.
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