Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Melting an Arvo in the woods

Han might sit
behind that yellow tree
lost in music -

that is so pretty
but true
Arvo sat like the painter from Strandgade
absorbed in the quiet bells.

Every time I came
with the stormy big blue
prisons or strange transformations

he did not look up.
To the master I said
this might be revolt strange and bright?

He took the tree
the tree like a shape
and made the tunes
I said.

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