L'Amour De Trois Oranges
D Dónall Dempsey
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LOVE FOR THREE ORANGES
frozen lake
the moon going: 'O'
the clock
preaching to me
in a voice like Time
I escape to memory
the clock now
nothing but a distant dot
moon
looking in the big window
smiling upon the humans
the shouts
of midnight skaters
the hiss of ice
an empty room
an empty night
ticking of a clock
whistles Prokofiev
the dog barks in time
he winds up the clock
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