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As goldfinches begin to sing and sparrows

chirp in polyphony, and swallows,

martins, swifts hunt with grace, the palette

of attenuated gold, amber, rose

is layered along the sea’s horizon

and the sun becomes a perfect disk

in the filtering, vermilion haze.

Anonymous con trails criss-cross the compass.

A lone swimmer crawls across the bay.


The evening star, sudden as a lamp, glints

in the afterglow. A wispy rain cloud forms

and drifts away like smoke. Somewhere a peacock calls

then, elsewhere, a donkey brays – ridiculous

and sublime, like figures in a masque.

A fishing boat, its stern light lit, leaves harbour

to anchor in the shelving deep and cast its nets.





© Copyright David Selzer
2 Responses
  • Clive Watkins
    September 7, 2018

    Deceptively simple, David, but very evocative. I particularly like the conclusion that points in the last line beyond itself.

  • Mary Clark
    October 26, 2018

    Motion and stillness, sound and silence. The last line is wonderful, I agree.

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