P A R I S

Clump Spirit
Under arched ceilings
Chambre d'Ami·xes (Room of Friends)
the statement is pointless the finger is speechless
A ghust of wind - And the waterbirds - Become white
From time to time a ring every so often a circle
So narrow are my precipitous stairs, to take one unconvincing step become lost the ones taken before. Is the fence that is encircled all around the only recourse from the naked immediacy?
river reading