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DEW#15 "Delible" [46]

Delible

Fingers slide along the keyboard,
as soundless as feathers,
making "water" reappear
as if magic could quench a decade-long thirst,
followed by "hyacinth",
but not its fragrance.

Indigo flowers bob on the reservoir
below the ruins of Ujarrás,
taking no notice
when bells peel after two hundred silent years
as this day becomes muggy.

The storm gives warning, gathers its hatchlings
before a tap tap tap,
like a clap of thunder,
wakens the poet from dreams.

He answers the door
leaving me on hold
viewing the water hyacinths at Cachí
until I disappear from his thoughts
never reaching the dam
nor the page.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.] (15.april.2021)

21 lines free verse

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