It is this luminosity, my dear,
Of the gilded leaves in the sun.
The magic eye promptly catches
A silver flicker, a yellow transience.
A palliative to the chemical pain
In variously knotted entrails and
The reddish tinge in eye-whites.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
In the evening the trees on the Himalayas acquire a luminosity, at once gentle and warm.
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