11/07/2007

 Enchanted

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Photo Hans Jørgen Rasmussen

enchanted

She plays safe, present
In her absence of clarity,
Missing the focal point
Without fading entirely.
A half-secret revealed
Holds her mystery complete.
You can almost hear her,
Magical, crystalline.
Then she slides out of reach,
An imperfect Doppler effect
Leaving elusive traces
Of half-attempted flight,
The undefinable coincidence
Of sound and light.

© C.W. 1998

 

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