Two-Thirty Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Two-Thirty



TWO-THIRTY

I awoke to a song,
A wavering cadence,
Languishing and long,
Of an adamantine dance.
It turned my gaze to the open window
Which looked out upon the garden's greenish boon.
And in that cloister's orphic glow
It died in the hedgerow, rising to the moon.

Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A.
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