Lisa Plays a Window
for Lisa Feuer
by Columbine
Lisa plays a window
Melting rain on shivering green
Like me, trying to talk
In flowers, shapes, smells - words are not between
Thick cerise oozing with aching white
Blue that has no name
Petal-pink that shatters on being seen
Opening to melting cool rain
Lisa plays cracked old purple
Lurid wrong yellow, graceless
Shifting with daylight into pale jonquil silence
Siliceous silk unwoven warped peach-sunrise mauve
We can not talk, Lisa and I
Not and say what Lisa says
In lopsided sharp triangles of bent sunlight
Bound in sagging lead, left to drag
Under a weight unfelt
Under the heaviness of speech that can not be heard
Under the density of a hazy foreign sky
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